fell asleep with the winamp going, and my dreams changed with each track …
in the dream guided by seb fontaine’s cream ibiza: departures set, i was in a summer house with a bunch of bad people. one of them got so incensed that i left my laundry in the dryer too long that she wrote on all of it in paint, then threw it around my bedroom. i’m pretty sure i killed her. nobody messes with my wardrobe and lives.
later, i was preparing a lab for opening the night after some birthday party had been held there. streamers were all over the place, there were empty cans and plastic cups everywhere, and it was so very messy. i was stressed out by it all, not to mention the fact that my supervisor was shadowing me that day. i got it done, opened the lab … then i heard a ministry track blasting from another room, and went to investigate.
it looked like the party had just up and moved to another lab. the entire two back rows were filled with people drinking from ‘bocker glassware and carrying on. someone had pulled the audio extender cables out of a few PCs, and now meat beat manifesto’s ‘psyche-out’ was blaring at high volume. one guy had a plastic beer mug, much like the ones from thursday nights at the neon cactus, except this one could hold, oh, two or three gallons of bad keg brew. all the mayhem put me in a i-am-going-to-scorch-you-with-kindness-and-disdain mood, and i started throwing people out left and right. the LA stood by in shock. i almost grilled him about not calling anyone about the disruption, but then i saw the cup of beer on his desk, stopped myself before i asked a stupid question, and threw him out too. everyone gone, i swiped the large mug, locked the lab up, and left the mess for the next shift.
on the way out, i ran into nathan. ‘here, want a mug?’ i said, and tossed it to him.
the last one i remember, set to enigma’s ‘sadeness, part one,’ was entirely webpages/webcam images of my pal dadaist’s vacation. he had met someone online, went out to visit her, and sent me the URL of his sabbatical website. you just have to love high quality image resolution. but why australia?
right, i’m going to the mall now, and none of you can stop me.