Where do I begin with this life we're living in?
I'm so tired right now. So I'm not sure how this will affect my post. Only time will tell.
I had the coolest dream today. You see last night I was at a party, and yes I had a few cold ones, and it's kinda weird because I usually never remember my dreams after I've had a few cold ones! Anyway, as usual in my dreams, the place I'm at is a mix of various places. Some places that I know for certain that exists, and other places I must've just made up while dreaming. In one part of the dream, I was walking down like a street-hill or something, that was kind of steep. And it reminded me somewhat of the streets that are near my brother's place in Trondheim. Anywho, I reached for my cell-phone from my pants, and suddenly I drop it because I tried to do a cool spin-trick with it while throwing it in the air. And when I drop the phone it starts bouncing down the street-hill like a bouncing ball. So I ran after it in what seemed to be slow motion and did a matrix-like jump to get in front of it. And then I just stand completely still on the ground, reach my arm out with an open fist, and grab my phone. And then I put it in my pants and walked on. Oh the silly dreams our minds think of. And after that I had a dream about meeting my band! I met the girls and they looked nothing like what they do in real life. I don't know what that was all about. One of them looked just like Natalie Portman, and she was very cute, so you know... I kind of flirted with her. But suddenly I'm all alone in the house that the band-girls supposedly lived in(I think they mentioned something about grocery-shopping before disappearing), so I decided to take a shower. And just when I get out of there, I see the girls coming back from their shopping with the drummer of the band, and the bass-player. Which was very odd seeing as we don't even have a bass-player.
Then we start having a discussion about what kind of music we are going to play. The drummer leads the conversation with a tone of voice that is mild mannered but still very I'm-doing-the-talking-here-ok? He says he wants to play early-style Jimi Hendrix. You know the jazz-like Jimi. This is where I go: What the fuck? And then they(the drummer and the bass-player... the girls weren't in on the conversation) start humming a riff with big grins on their faces just to demonstrate. I don't know what they're on about, until suddenly I start humming it with them. And believe me I had no idea how I knew what to humm. Bizarro!
After this I talked to the girls a little, and a little bit with what seemed to be their mothers.
But then it's like it's a totally different dream, only... it isn't. I'm suddenly playing football(soccer), and I'm very good. The coach of our team was Will Ferrel! It was so wonderful. I felt like I was in my very own Pleasantville. Sort of. It wasn't like real life. It was much better. And it always rained, with a sort of fall-darkness around. And there were fog-lights. Lots of fog-lights. At this point Will was talking to me about something. Something important. And that's when my alarm went off. I jumped out of bed to turn it on and jump back to sleep again, but it was too late... The dream had vanished from my head. And no matter how hard I tried to think of it, I never could get it back. After that I forgot the dream for a brief while, as I do with most dreams I have. And then I remembered it later on in the evening and I thought: Wow! How could I forget that?
I know that there was much more in that dream that I can't think of right now, and I know that most of the things I've written here weren't excactly as my dream played out. If these words were written just as my dream played out, I would read it every day, just to try to get it in my head, so that I could dream it again.
So, you can all get bent, 'cause I'm going to bed to catch some shut-eye.
Snooze.
