My OCD comes out

I was masquerading as a teenager, hanging out with a bunch of kids who were trying to start a band. We got invited over to play for this older (40-something) Indian guy. But I was found out - a girl asked me, how old are you? When I told her to guess, she said 25, and I said, you got me (when really I'm close to 40...). Anyway, as the rest of the band was chatting with the Indian guy, I noticed how filthy the keys of the keyboard were, and I started wiping them with a Wetnap. The Indian guy called me out again, but I just had to keep cleaning it. While I was cleaning, they actually started playing music, so I was left out, but I was very happy when the keyboard was finally clean.

Music calms the worm

I was in a sci-fi movie - with the point of view of a character played by a Brad-Pitt-look-a-like. Faux-Brad Pitt was working in a field (the scene was similar to a bad Sci-Fi Channel movie that redneckhunter was watching the other day), when suddenly in the distance I could see a giant worm (like the worms from Dune) approaching across the fields.

I/faux-Brad-Pitt started running for my life toward an old manor house that I saw in the distance, periodically turning back to see how quickly the worm was approaching behind me. I made it to the house and started looking for an open door. I heard piano music coming from the house, and found an open set of French doors. I ran in and tried to hide behind a couch so that the woman at the piano would not see me and be frightened, but she seemed to not notice at all. She was blind.

The worm had caught up by this point and came right up to the doors and windows. By this point, the woman playing the piano realized that the worm was there - she could feel the vibrations of the giant worm moving, but somehow faux-Brad-Pitt was communicating to her to keep playing. The worm seemed to calm down - it continued to peer into the windows, but it didn't smash through into the house - and after a while it moved on.

West Side Story Meets Oklahoma

That about sums it up - kinda James Dean-like characters, with singing and dancing.

Ray Corvair Trio

Dreamed I was out with petiteseour and redneckhunter, and I saw a marquee advertising that The Ray Corvair Trio was performing. So I got really excited and insisted we buy tickets. The Ray Corvair Trio was a band that my friend Royce and I got really into in the late 90s - even though they were from Boston, they had a standing gig at The Knitting Factory. They dubbed their music as "surf noir," and they had a retro look that Royce and I both were into. I liked the guitar player and she liked the bass player, and we would chat with them after their gigs.

So I was very excited sitting in the theater waiting for the band to come on. The show started and the guitar player (looking 10 years older) was out on stage playing acoustic and singing. Though Ray Corvair was strictly instrumental - they never sang. Very different, I thought. Then it just got weirder. There was spoken word and noises a la Laurie Anderson "O Superman," there was theatrical pantomime, and it was all really mopey. I had to tell redneckhunter and petiteseour that this was nothing like what I liked about them.

I was so pissed, I actually walked up to the stage and started trying to talk to the musicians, to let them know my unhappiness. When that didn't work, I went to the box office to try to get my money back.

Pete Townshend

The Who was playing at a small bar, and I was right up front by the stage, which was about 6 feet tall even though the place was tiny. Because the stage was so tall, I could really only see Pete Townshend who was right in front of me, but I was by myself, rocking out, having fun. Then I realized that Pete Townshend had come down and was taking me backstage up the stairs and onto the stage. I thought to myself, you know, he doesn't look that old up close and in person. There were a few other girls up there, but they were all wearing matching shorts and t-shirts (like cheerleaders or Hooters girls). Then they had us moving a row of schoolroom desks and chairs around, but something about it was really silly to me, so I kept laughing at it all.

Sebastian Bach and Paper Planes

I was walking around the Main Street of my hometown with Sebastian Bach, and another guy and girl. This was not the hot "18 to Life" Sebastian Bach of the 80s, but instead was the weathered and bloated 41-year-old "Celebrity Fit Club" Sebastian Bach of today. Still he looked pretty sharp in a khaki suit, and he was definitely flirting with me. While we were walking around the other girl and I were singing "Paper Planes."

Avoiding the office party

Our VP at work is stepping down. In the dream, I was avoiding the goodbye party because I was worried that I would be called on to play piano, and I didn't have anything prepared. Then I found myself with a crying baby (my cousin's youngest daughter), desperately trying to find a place to change her. She was soaking wet. Her top was all wet from drool, and her bottom was all wet from pee.

Shark head

Redneckhunter and I were on top of a high balcony looking down on a piano performance. At the end of the concert, the pianist played "God Save the Queen" in British tradition. Just to be contrary though, I stood up and started singing "My country this of thee, sweet land of liberty..." Other people joined in, and when we finished, I caught a woman who looked like Margaret Thatcher, dressed in purple, with a purple face, giving me a dirty look.

Then there was an aquatic show, 2 ginormously large sharks were circling beneath us. They were Jaws-size, cartoonish in proportions (kind of like a wine shark), but still scary enough that I started backing away from the railing when they started jumping. Redneckhunter stayed by the balcony and I watched as one of the sharks leaped over him and engulfed his entire head in its mouth! I ran over and threw my arms around him, but the shark just let go without biting. He was still in shock and just stood there by the balcony, so I dragged him back. His glasses were down around the end of this nose, and his head was slimy and wet, and he had a stunned expression and he was shaking a little. But to be honest, it was pretty cute.

Music as Language

Wish I remembered more of this dream, because the first part involved some mild making out with Tom Waits (sigh...)

Later on, I'm with my writer friend Gabe and my brother, on a platform. There are crowds of people all around and below us, like it's some kind of urban festival. The city itself is futuristic, and there's instrumental music playing. We speculate that the music is the language of aliens (we all seem to take it for granted that there are aliens among us) - the music is kind of "Close Encounters-ish." When Gabe leaves the table, my brother asks me if he's gay.