by Lasagna Pirate » Sat Feb 27, 2021 11:57 pm
Bumping necro post
Man I have some vividly detailed fucked up dreams.
I find they’re Especially intense after playing music. Usually I can reflect on them and determine were I came across certain elements in waking life. Elements of movies or conversations mixed in with stresses or thoughts I’ve had over the last few days.
And shit..... the bizarre fuck my brain comes up with. Holy fuck.
So in this dream I was just out for a walk, in a strange place.... you know how there’s Chinatown? This was a Londontown in some Eastern European country. So I came across some London industrial bands that were planning a tour. They didn’t have enough personelle for enough bands, so they asked me to join. Hey you play synth? Well you in the band now, dress up and write some parts by tonight ... if it works we’ll play in multiple cities. Ad hoc. All this while in a post pandemic wasteland where people are afraid to travel or even go outside , let alone to a festival or concert.
Instead of a tour bus there was a military salvage cargo plane and a Sherpa guy with a bunch of donkeys that were descended from a famous BALD DONKEY.
What the absolute fuck.... a fucking family of bald donkeys from the 1800’s. He carried around a black& white photo.
Basically lots of shiny vinyl, big boots, harsh beats and bald donkeys.
[u]Bumping necro post[/u]
Man I have some vividly detailed fucked up dreams.
I find they’re Especially intense after playing music. Usually I can reflect on them and determine were I came across certain elements in waking life. Elements of movies or conversations mixed in with stresses or thoughts I’ve had over the last few days.
And shit..... the bizarre fuck my brain comes up with. Holy fuck.
So in this dream I was just out for a walk, in a strange place.... you know how there’s Chinatown? This was a Londontown in some Eastern European country. So I came across some London industrial bands that were planning a tour. They didn’t have enough personelle for enough bands, so they asked me to join. Hey you play synth? Well you in the band now, dress up and write some parts by tonight ... if it works we’ll play in multiple cities. Ad hoc. All this while in a post pandemic wasteland where people are afraid to travel or even go outside , let alone to a festival or concert.
Instead of a tour bus there was a military salvage cargo plane and a Sherpa guy with a bunch of donkeys that were descended from a famous BALD DONKEY.
What the absolute fuck.... a fucking family of bald donkeys from the 1800’s. He carried around a black& white photo.
Basically lots of shiny vinyl, big boots, harsh beats and bald donkeys.