I've definitely been listening to too much politics lately. I fell asleep listening to Fox news and dreamed that I was one of the three remaining candidates along with Kerry and Clark. The problem arose when I found myself in a hotel getting ready to go to a rally and after taking a shower, got locked out of my room with just a towel.
I was wandering around this maze of a hotel, constantly getting lost until finally I saw Kerry sitting with Clark outside in a blue cadilac convertable. I somehow jumped into the front seat, but the seat was in some weird position that caused me to be in a standing position, while the other two were sitting.
Kerry said -- you want to see power -- watch this, and gunned the thing and I was -- still standing -- flying up a hill with these guys.
When we arrived at the rally I found myself in a darkened theatre sitting in my towel next to Kerry and Clark trying to figure out how to get back to my room to get dressed.
I sneak out of the theater -- and someone hands me this disposable camera and asks me to take some pictures of them which I do and then notice that the camera is some sort of new hybrid camera that processes the film as you shoot it and spits out these color negatives onto the floor and I find myself on a marbled hotel floor searching for the negatives wondering how someone could invent such an amazing camera and not figure out how to protect the negatives.
Eventually, I find myself back in my hotel room, but the door is still locked and I have no identification and I am talking to the manager, explaining that I'm a candidate for President and due at the lobby.
He's dubious at first -- but then I begin speaking in gibberish -- and he recognizes me.
I make it back into my room -- find my clothes. But the t.v. is on in the background and I see that I've missed my cue to step onto the stage and my opponents are talking to an empty chair. Kerry is saying that I'm a wonderful person -- but that I seem to have problems keeping my clothes on...
At which point -- thankfully -- I awaken.
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Analysis: This morning, I actually got a call from a record producer in L.A. who had listened to the CD of orginal songs that I wrote with Andy and was saying that he liked two of them and would get them to Tom Petty to listen to. This brought back a similar sense of fear and excitement that I remember from many years ago when I would send screenplays out.
I didn't like the feeling at all. Luckily, when I called Andy -- he was -- as usual in the middle of some mundane tasks in the wilds of New Jersey -- fixing a boiler or something -- and that quickly brought me back to earth. But I think that call was what triggered the dream/nightmare.
Kerry wasn't really Kerry -- he had been transformed from some rock star. The cadilac is a symbol of rock and roll. Etc.
In case you haven't been following the music stuff -- I did a CD with my friend Andy during the summer. You can listen to it here: Open The Gates (Music)
The songs he liked was Damn Your Love and Bury Me At The Track.
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"I had a dream last night,
Last night I had a dream,
Everything was black and white,
And it smelled like gasoline,
Everyone was looking for something to do,
I even thought I had a chance with you,
Last night, when I had a dream." - John Prine