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<< January 8, 2002 >>

[ nice dream ]

for the past 4 or 5 nights i've been having some terrible nightmares.

the night before last, i had one where i was walking up my street, then a car was coming down it driving very fast, and hit an street lamp pole, and flew into the air and then landed. right before it had hit the pole, it had also hit a person. the person was a mailman, but was actually this guy who used to live by me when i was little and who died this last year. a few moments later, some ambulances came for the guy in the car and i pointed out the other guy, and at this point his feet had fallen off and this goo was dripping out of his legs, not unlike i imagine ebola to be like.

last night after having been asleep for a couple of hours i woke up from something scary enough that i tried to wake myself up from it. i don't remember anything else about this one though.

the last dream just before i woke up today started out (well, at least this is where i have a memory of it) with me walking around near harvard square with my infant brother. i dropped him off with my family and then went to the place by bertucci's. except it had grass. anyway, moby was going to be giving a concert there, so i was there early in order to get a decent spot.

i was about 10 or 15 feet back but there was only one other person there besides moby (who was setting up) so i went up to the front. and then i started embarassing myself by saying how i liked his concert here last summer and other things.

anyway eventually more people came in and he started playing stuff. i am pretty sure he started playing heart shaped box by nirvana, and then some of the people left. his guitar broke or something and he stopped playing it and some guy started taking some of it apart. i found myself with my guitar, and started to play that's the way from led zeppelin III but everyone yelled at me to be quiet. i thought i heard the guy messing with the guitar ask if moby could borrow mine, and was waiting for him to ask again, but he didn't.

at this point there was a fly or something which i squished, and i remember hearing a buzzing noise growing louder as if there was a huge swarm of flies or something approaching us. fortunately i woke up before this all turned into some horrible fly / maggot related nightmare.

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