What to report....?
We had Crack practice last night, which was good even though it was kind of short. Andy F. has gotten a new work schedule at Apple which is going to make the Crack rehearsal schedule a dicey proposition for awhile. Nonetheless, we managed to come up with a couple of cool new grooves last night and recreate at least one of Gray's previous hooks which may be eventually built into a song (hopefully).
Here's something weird. Being about one of my dreams, most of you will be bored by this, but hopefully not all of you (it's been said that it's a sad fact of life speaking to our inherently self-centered nature that all men are bored by hearing about other people's dreams). About a week ago I had this dream in which Andy and Crackbass and I (and possibly some other people, although I can't clearly remember) were all at Aquarena Springs (we were talking about the fact that it was Aguarena Springs in the dream). Although the place was closed down, we had found our way inside some kind of observation room which let you look underwater, and from this vantage point I could see that the river or pond or stream or whatever it is that we were looking at was full of sharks and pirhanas and stingrays and even (and most frighteningly at the time) those big sharks that have saw-shaped things growing out of their noses. I'm not sure why all of these things were at Aquarena Springs (or even why Aquarena Springs was on my mind when I hadn't thought about it in years), but hey, it was a dream. Anyway, in this dream we're all looking at this tank of death, and then Andy starts getting all excited and telling Jeff and I about how we should all go swimming in that water because it'll be cool, and I'm telling Jeff, "No f*#kin' way!", but then Andy runs off. We follow him up some stairs and to the bank of this river and see him jump in the water and swimming out to a boat. I can still see shark fins and giant stingrays swimming down in the water, but Andy is swimming through it to get to the boat, and then Jeff tells me that we have to swim out to the boat if we want to be able to get a ride home. Jeff jumps in and starts swimming for the boat, and then I get really pissed, but jump in anyway and start swimming for the boat as fast as I can. I feel something bumping up against one of my legs and then something bites me and then I wake up, freaked out and angry at Andy and to a lesser extent Jeff for making me swim through the water of death.
Now here's where it gets weird. I woke up and once I realized what was going on I kind of laughed the dream off and thought about how I should tell Jeff about it (knowing that Jeff would appreciate a crazy dream where Andy gets us in trouble), but the next day I just forgot about the dream and I don't think I ever told Jeff about it. Then last night after band practice I was talking to Andy about scuba diving and snorkeling and he got all excited and started telling me about how he and I and Jeff should make a trip down to San Marcos to go swimming at Aquarena Springs. Suddenly the dream came flooding back and the whole thing just gave me the goosebumps and sent a shiver down my spine. I told Andy about the dream, but I'm not sure he believed me. But it's true.
I'm not really afraid of Aquarena Springs and I don't think there are scary animals there, but I am kind of wary of the whole dream-omen thing.
I've had a couple of semi-prophetic dreams before, including one in the summer before 9th grade when I dreamt that I was getting the hardest English teacher in the world and that she was gonna be this black lady who scared the sh*t out of all of her students. I woke up and told my mom about it the next morning and she kind of stared at me strange and told me that my English teacher for the next year was going to be this black woman named Mrs. Fort who traditionally was considered one of the toughest teachers at the high school I would be attending, but my mom hadn't told me this information previously because she didn't want to hear me bitch about it all summer. I ended up being in Mrs. Fort's class, and she was tough, but I learned a lot from her and it was fine.
I also had a dream a few years ago in which an old friend appeared who had moved away and who I never thought I would see again, and then she reappeared and sent me an email out of the blue a short time later. I never mentioned that one to anyone because I figured no one would care besides me. Freaky deeky.
Most of the time I can't even remember my dreams.
Well, that's the end. Sorry if the blog sucked today, but it's what I got. Maybe something more and better later. Maybe.