Lude Beatles

I dreamed last night I was with a girl who complained about her acting role in a stage production. She said the director was making her do lude things. A few guys and I went to the theater to check it out, and we ended up auditioning for the play ourselves. I paused this part of the sequence of events to fixate on how physically I could do one of those spin moves that ice skaters do where they spin balanced over one foot. That seemed pretty important to be able to do that. And somehow I kept thinking, "Does this guy realize we're the Beatles?" I was thinking about our hair a lot, and how that was going to make us really famous. My friend Hillery was a Beatle, too, since in real life she has a bit of a mop top. But we were in the pre 1962 Beatles, so we still had that one guy who didn't make it. I kept thinking, "You're never going to make it. We can see your forehead." To round things out, we got ivited to go sailing, and I was interested in not getting wet. Somehow I came inside after a while, and my mom was there, grilling me about the heat. It seemed like she wouldn't let me go out if it was too hot.

Train Chase

I was in a yellow school, with lots of rooms around a square. At first I was trying to avoid an old girlfriend. Then, a friend wanted me to come with him to some kind of soccer club. I thought, "Alright," and we went to the room. Almost immediately, I thought, "This is going to suck, they're going to talk all soccery and I'm not going to know what they're talking about." Then somehow we were in the same room, but there was a conspiracy, and men in white suits were trying to poison each other and me with teeth whitening syringes. I escaped out a side door and found myself on the platform of a train station. Knowing I was being chased, but not having a ticket, I took my chances and hopped in one of the compartments, thinking there were no occupants. When a few passengers showed up, it was awkward trying to explain to them why we needed their compartment. Somehow we made it work, though. The train got to Reno, and as we hopped off, a voice came over the loudspeakers, "Aaron Hatch, we know you're here. Give yourself up." I did my best to blend in, but I felt like my nervousness was obvious. I was so nervous that I walked with a severe limp. Somehow I made it through security despite having to print my name on a document. By the time I got into the streets, I realized I forgot my bags on the train! Should I risk almost certain capture? I felt so hopeless without my suitcase. I went back in and risked everything only to find that the train had left Reno. I used Google Maps to find out where the train would be next, and someone said there was a sun powered piano concert hall there in the desert, and showed me lo-res pictures of it.

That is all.

Pet Bear

I was on tour with my band and we stopped at someone's house late to crash. They had a pet baby bear, and I kept thinking, what if this bear falls over on me in my sleep? I think the bear was wearing flannel. Then we were picking beds, and there was a bed parked right up against a sofa. I seemed to be concerned that I was facing the opposite direction as Spencer so we wouldn't cuddle.

Waking up, I imagined people saying, "You know who else is up? Paul, Tom, Billy, Dan..." And I leapt right out of bed. I guess it made it more exciting if there were other 'awake' people.