The lake. That lake. It's always been a main scene in my dream. I'm not sure if it exists in real life, and if it does, I'm quite certain I've never been there. That's a good thing, too, since whatever goes on at that lake is never good. The details of my most recent visit there were foggy at best, and the memory has faded much since the dream was a few nights ago. I lost a few things. They were all coloured orange. A friend of mine was in the water, but my things sunk just as they reached for them. I screamed for them to forget it. Don't go under the water. I felt I knew they wouldn't surface again if they did.

Last night, I was rich. I was on a shopping spree, throwing anything that struck my fancy into the cart, included some weird gifts for Piggy. Things like powder that turned into cat milk that turned into the liquid greens stuff. I didn't know why a cat would need such things, but I bought them anyway.

Fuck you brain! I'm about to stab you with a Q-Tip. I haven't thought of that in awhile. What kind of sick joke is it giving me those images in that bed? It's wrong. Just wrong.

Dog Day was set to play a show in Philip's house in the woods. While people were drinking and smoking, it turned into a big event. There were a few big tents, one for the bands to park in and protect their gear if it rained, and one with a stage. KC's girlfriend's aunt and uncle showed up, making it a bit uncomfortable for him.

I searched and I searched, but I couldn't find you. You were there. We had been talking earlier. There were so many people around, but I felt so alone. It started to get cold out, so I found my suitcase and changed into some jeans. They were very tight. I went into another room and found my beer. Grabbed one. Seth told me he didn't think we were actually going to play. Everybody was having too much fun cuddling in the many beds watching movies we had with us, or smoking outside on the huge deck (the house didn't actually look anything like Philip's). That disappointed me, but I knew I could have fun anyway, if I found you. And then I did. You were snuggling with some other girl. I just turned around and left the room, making my way to the deck for another cigarette. I have no right to say anything; no right to be upset. I mean, we hadn't defined anything, so...

Once I got outside, it was raining. I cried a bit and told KC I wanted to go, if we weren't playing a set.

Dog Day played poker a bit. I didn't understand why everyone was so excited to see me (I was sitting near the door) until Seth explained that he could see everything through my jeans.

Later, we make the long drive home (which is strange since neither of us can drive in real life). I asked you if I could come over to your place to get my stuff. You seemed reluctant, but said OK.

Upon arriving to Halifax, I realized I left my suitcase and keyboard, so after some arguing, I convinced him to go back. Once we got there, Seth said it was good we came back. We are going to play now, and all the bands began unloading gear, in the rain. I tried, repeatedly to call you and apologize for being late and explain that we were back in New Brunswick and we were going to play a set. But for some reason, I just couldn't dial the number right. It was like my fingers were too big for the buttons.

The drive home was a strange one, involving many twists and turns through little paths in the woods and a version of the new bridge (which one is Macdonald and which one is MacKay?) that only exists in my dreams, but recurs in them often.

Standing naked in the bathroom this afternoon, in real life, I noticed my baby toenail actually hadn't been recently pulled off.

My new work schedule has me getting much earlier than I have traditionally been used to. Being ripped awake by the alarm clock has me in another phase of forgetting most of my dreams. The only thing I remember from last night (and I was even ripped awake today) is seeing someone I know on my way to work on a day that I'd decided to walk.