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Jan. 19th, 2010 05:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sathorI had a dream last night.
I was walking a long road not unlike I did the morning I wrecked my car. In fact, in the dream, I was driving at first...then there was a long blank period...and then I was walking. I got concerned I wrecked another car, but I couldn't remember...so I just kept walking.
This was the road in opposition to the road I walked when I wrecked, the extension of it, to the right instead of the left of the road I live on...technically a road with the same name.
Eventually, I ended up near a certain spot that I can easily recall, I've seen it enough times. There was a lot of activity. I saw my Dad's truck sitting there, along with numerous others...there was a makeshift tent, and it looked like a disaster zone.
When I entered the tent, I remember there being a few people I recognized and others who were completely foreign.
My father treated me with disrespect, as I recall...no questions were asked but I think he assumed the worse because I was walking. I remember thinking to myself I just parked the car to walk, but for what reason?
Inside the tent, someone I didn't know started barking orders at me. I think it was a disaster area, actually. He wanted me to do all of these various tasks, but I just stood there staring at him, not interested in the least bit.
Makes me think of the picture I made for the album. My face obscured and staring at my keyboard, the rest of the world atomized in a nuclear holocaust.
Only two things matter. My self and my music.
I was walking a long road not unlike I did the morning I wrecked my car. In fact, in the dream, I was driving at first...then there was a long blank period...and then I was walking. I got concerned I wrecked another car, but I couldn't remember...so I just kept walking.
This was the road in opposition to the road I walked when I wrecked, the extension of it, to the right instead of the left of the road I live on...technically a road with the same name.
Eventually, I ended up near a certain spot that I can easily recall, I've seen it enough times. There was a lot of activity. I saw my Dad's truck sitting there, along with numerous others...there was a makeshift tent, and it looked like a disaster zone.
When I entered the tent, I remember there being a few people I recognized and others who were completely foreign.
My father treated me with disrespect, as I recall...no questions were asked but I think he assumed the worse because I was walking. I remember thinking to myself I just parked the car to walk, but for what reason?
Inside the tent, someone I didn't know started barking orders at me. I think it was a disaster area, actually. He wanted me to do all of these various tasks, but I just stood there staring at him, not interested in the least bit.
Makes me think of the picture I made for the album. My face obscured and staring at my keyboard, the rest of the world atomized in a nuclear holocaust.
Only two things matter. My self and my music.
