For the first time I remember, I was evil in my dreams last night.
I dreamt a long sequence of things which I can't remember, so I'll jump in at the good part. I was playing an ER show in a foresty backyard in downtown LA. The next morning, Tony (singer) forwarded me an email he got. It said that two of the guys from Vampire Weekend were at the show for the whole two hours. One of them was completely enchanted, and the other one liked things about us but didn't know what to make of it.
Somehow I was suddenly racing down a very windy dirt trail in some kind of self-propelled contraption. I started encountering dogs who were also running full speed, and I knew I had to beat them. Luckily I didn't need to clock them over the head, I was already faster. Then, almost to the location, I came to a parking garage where a few people were getting out of their cars for the main event. I no longer needed to beat them, I needed them not to remember me. Still in my contraption, I began to wallop them over their heads. There were so many of them that I started to try to hide instead; I didn't want to be clocking so many people.
I must have found the stairs, because suddenly I was racing up them. I was especially impressed with myself, because the contraption I was in was a wheelchair. I was overtaking the other guests and taunting them for being slower than me at climbing the stairs. I think we were in a record company building, and everyone was on their way to start the day's trading. Then, I turned to the people and said, pointing to my wheelchair, "Check it out, it's Air Force One!" Everyone laughed, they all knew my dad was the President of the United States.
Up in the office, I thought, 'John Kerry was pretty old when his dad was president. It must have sucked when they took Air Force Two away from him. What's it going to be like when they take Air Force One away from me?'
Labels: Air Force One, dog, dream, John Kerry, race, Record label, Two, vampire weekend, wheelchair