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Breaking the CodeTuesday, April 14th, 2015

I’m in a city that it under attack. Detail are sketchy, but I’m treading water in a bay of the city with some other people when a plain swoops in and fires upon a building. The shrapnel almost hits us and is rather scary. I realize that there’s a connection between some music I’ve heard, an old film reel, and a very old movie, and I start to analyze the three in conjunction and realize the code that the enemy is using to communicate, kind of like Turring. I realize also that this knowledge is pretty obtuse so when I tell people, I better be pretty certain. When I look at the film reel, it’s more like I’m seeing a black and white film of a metal music box type of construction. I tell someone what’s going on and get a fairly stale reception, but they realize over time that I’m right.

Mud Track, Mom’s Garage, Guitar SetSaturday, March 14th, 2015

There’s a mud track like a motorcycle track and there’s I’m following a woman thru the twists and turns. I notice some tracks that go off the side and down the hill, a big oops. As we go along the track, and follow the tracks to see where they end up. It looks like they didn’t get hurt or anything, just a little shaken up. I’m possibly on a motorcycle, not sure.

I can’t recall if this was from last night or a memory from another dream, but I remember being in mom’s garage with motorcycles. There are lights and parts, and it seems to be dusk. I’m working on stuff, hanging out.

I was getting ready to a filming of a live song performance. I had worked out my guitar part to a song that required a capo that I’d forgotten to put on, and meeting the drummer (white woman) and the bass player or horn player (black man in a suit) for the first time. We knew our parts individually but had never rehearsed together, but the song we knew and there shouldn’t be any surprises. I’m getting ready and I’m going over the chords. It’s a cool song and I’m liking doing this. One of the people on the set is waiting for his grandmother to show up and a station wagon pulls up and she’s sitting in the passenger seat, watching. I think she’s been sick so it’s a big deal that she’s here.

Thoughts: I just pulled from my notes on mom’s garage and I don’t know that I have the dream correct, but I have a recollection of something. Strange.

Bicycle Thief, Strange MusicFriday, March 6th, 2015

I was riding my bike near my mom’s house. I was young. I was near where the old apt comes up to Magnolia and there were two paths I could choose. I chose the one that was a little more dangerous and when I got along it, these two black kids on one bike came up to me. One of them was talking to me in gibberish and I knew I was in trouble. I started pedaling to outrun them but my gear seemed to be really high and I couldn’t work up any speed and there was just no way to outrun them and they were coming up behind me. I had no idea how I was going to get out of this.

I was on Riverside Dr. at night. I was walking along and there was this guy on a skateboard with a fishnet on a pole in one hand and handheld grip on a pole in the other and he was coming up the street behind me picking up candy from the ground. I asked him what he was doing and he told me that people were discarding all of their chocolate candy and it was worth a lot of money so he was collecting it. I asked him if it was really good candy so he gave me some. I unwrapped it and it was a bit melty and got all over my fingers, but it tasted good. There were three pieces and all were tasty candy. The dream changed and I was with a group of people in what felt like San Diego, people were preparing for a music contest. The teams weren’t bands or anything; they were like tech teams who were assembling equipment. One team was trying to get their printer to work ‘cos they needed to be getting data in realtime. I saw a stack of paper another team had and what was printing on the top were strange figures that had been circled and made no sense to me. They were in the back of a large truck doing this. The contest was to be held in a house that I walked into and was talking to someone in there. He was telling me about the importance of this contest, that there was no other like it. The house was filled with people waiting for this. There wasn’t even standing room. Then the dream shifted again and I was with Natalie and I was discussing music while looking at rhythma.com. I was creating a new page that had a music player on it and I was loading songs into it. First was Island of Misfit Toys and it started playing, but it was a completely different song that I’d never heard before. Next was a new song that I told her the name of but I can’t recall it now. Next was Sinner… then I awoke.

Thoughts: These are the first dreams that have a location that I’ve seen before in days and both were near my mom’s house.

Heart StringThursday, August 18th, 2011

I was from the eastern part of the US, travelling westward with my wife and son. I was an musical instrument maker, mostly wooden flutes and guitars. I had a practice of using very substantial wood when carving the flutes and the necks of guitars and mandolins. When we reached the west coast, my son was studying with another instrument maker and showed me a technique he learned about carving out the flutes and the guitars and mandolin necks where he made the walls very thin. Next, he would create a very thin and long piece of wood like a very long tooth pick that he called the heart string and attached it inside of the neck or inside the flute. This created a vibrating counterpoint to the instrument that increased it’s harmonic potential.

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