Unfortunately, I don’t have a complete log of this dream, but I’ll try to fill in the blanks where I can. I have a “sketchy” outline that I’ll have to see about scanning in at some point in the future.
[11-11-2000]
I was in a band that was preparing to play at a pop music festival where Björk would be performing as well. We were nervous because we hadn’t practiced, so we were all getting drunk from a bottle of Vodka hanging from a chain (like it was on a leash). I recall that I was excited about my outfit, a cute baby-doll dress and thigh-high boots, both in the same shade of light blue. My Mom was asleep on a couch in our band trailer, after having been terribly upset about a broken basket.
Someone needed to pick something up from the store, so we took a back road to a large store with a logo that resembled two (back to back) masks of children’s faces wearing Mickey Mouse ears. My sister (Shannon) was there with her boyfriend who was apparently completely loony. He had several bottles of pills, but didn’t know what they were (although he’d been taking them all). We were inspecting them to try to figure out whether they were “uppers or downers.”
When we got back to the festival, we were either too late or too chicken to perform. Björk went on stage in a Teletubbie looking costume and was talking/singing about “Happy Hugs.” We went into a room to practice (although it was too late) and I had a rectangular acoustic guitar with pictures of my first cat inside the sound hole (under the strings). My Dad was there with a man named Perry (who used to frequent a restaurant where I worked). Dad told him that his pants were wrinkled because he’d been hanging them up wrong (over the hanger instead of clamped to the hanger). Some money fell out of Perry’s pockets and he didn’t notice; I picked up the money and, although I really wanted to keep it, gave it back to him.
