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January 09, 2006
Kenny Bloggins
My dream-world is profoundly vibing me, man.
Check out this nugget of psychological detritus: early this morning I dreamt I was being led to the guillotine. I was in a procession of sorts, a calm death-march to the gallows, over bleak and rocky ground, shoulder to shoulder with the archetypal Dark Ages hangmen. All dressed in black, complete with hoods and bulky silence.
I remember attempting to negotiate my punishment with them, joking around a bit, maybe not fully aware of what was going on. The other accused captives ahead of and behind me looked at me in blank horror, or maybe pity. As we got closer to the execution stage, it became clearer to me that this was it, the End. I remember hoping the blade was sharp. As the gallowsmen and executioners went about their business with dispassionate precision, I couldn't help but admire their professionalism. Despite my feelings of, well, disappointment at having my head imminently severed from my body, I really felt privileged to be at the center of such a smoothly running operation.
Before the blade came down, I woke up, of course. Not in a panic or anything like you might expect. I was kind of amused and melancholic, until I felt this incredible pain in my neck: a horrible crick, probably the worst I've ever had, like a SuperCrick. Seriously psychosomatic nonsense, huh? My dreams are vibing me.
Despite this reckless plea for your attention, or maybe because of it, uh, I have a show as Night Night this Sunday in Portland - go here for details. Also Deathray will be on a CBS teevee show awkwardly named "Ghost Whisperer", starring Jennifer Rack Hewitt, this Friday eve - tune in to listen to "Edge of the World", an excellent soundtrack for ghosts.
And racks.
YOUR FRIEND,
DANA
posted by dana at January 9, 2006 07:41 PM
