I've been dreaming a lot lately. A LOT. They're crazy, entangled, realistic dreams. They're also like movies in that they have good moments, bad moments, a climax (not a sexual climax). They have a beginning, middle, and end. Not just movies, but action movies. I seem to be running or worrying a lot. When I was a teenager, I read in a book that if you dream you are running from something, then in real life you are running away from something. Trying to ignore your problems. I wake up tired rather than refreshed, and in minutes, the details of the dream slips from my memory. I think I'm drinking too much caffeinated beverages.

One dream I kind of remember is from a few days ago. I was at a party. It was a house party with bands. Gunt got up and ready to play. Well, three members of Gunt. While leaning against a wall, I tried to walk closer to the "stage." I fell. Everything was spinning. Someone came over to me. "Hey, aren't you playing with Gunt?' Drunkenly, I slurred a response about how I was supposed to, but I can't even stand to get to the stage. I had to vomit, so I ran out the side door into the parking lot.

Tyler came out and headed over to the pool hall next door. He was looking for a mic cord or something. I went with him for the walk and the fresh air. When we went back to the house. I stayed at the doorway, enjoying the fresh air. Zack came out and we talked a bit. He asked me if we had the "coverage." I told him I had $20 in my wallet, but I didn't know we were supposed to expect to pay to play. He said it's okay. So-and-so knows about it. He'll talk to him.

I think I got into a little (verbal) fight with Jora.