Nighttime, and i was in a somewhat familiar downtown of a large city. From the middle of the street I stared up at her apartment listening to a song she had written. I had my kick drum with me and i set it down in the street just as some dude on a bicycle rolled up on me from behind and nearly knocked me down. A quick 'excuse me' and he was gone, and i was fixated on this strange and beautiful song. I stepped on the pedal in a heartbeat rhythm and realized the sound was only imagined; my drum wasn't there. I looked down the street at the bicycle guy, now about 50 yards away, riding away from me with the big blue drum dangling from his hand.-- thats why he had ridden so close to me! I started to run after him, but realizing that i'd never catch him i shouted "Thief! Stop! Thief!". As if i had thown something in his spokes, his bike flipped, the drum dropped and he started to run off. I collected my drum and the blanket that goes inside it. "I should kick yr ass for that, you piece of shit!" i yelled as he disappeared into the shadows. I thought i heard "so do it...". As i walked back down the street, knowing my car was parked nearby, i saw the thief walking toward me, apparently going to pick up his semi-mangled bike. Although my arms were full, i somehow managed to get my hand in my pocket and found my pocket knife, just in case. I didn't make eye contact with him, nor did i look at his face. We passed in silence. In a shop window, an annoying character i've seen before somewhere.. white guy with sunglasses, a beard and an afro wig was singing an irritatingly annoying song about the Roots.
thats about when i woke up.
i like the consistently weird dreams that occur during afternoon naps, but i think the two Maker's-Mark-on-the-rocks-with-a-splash-of-waters i had right after work played at least a small part in that one.
normally i don't drink in the afternoon, but i've been training up for New Orleans next week.
no more liquor before 5....unless i'm in new orleans.
and for gawdsake, not before noon....unless i'm in new orleans.
new orleans, i'm gon be there.
thats about when i woke up.
i like the consistently weird dreams that occur during afternoon naps, but i think the two Maker's-Mark-on-the-rocks-with-a-splash-of-waters i had right after work played at least a small part in that one.
normally i don't drink in the afternoon, but i've been training up for New Orleans next week.
no more liquor before 5....unless i'm in new orleans.
and for gawdsake, not before noon....unless i'm in new orleans.
new orleans, i'm gon be there.
I took you to my Grandpa's house in the city. While there, a lot of that side of the family was also there, but there was no real party. You and I sat outside in the spring weather. I was explaining to you about my family, the change of the neighborhood and how certain places face gentrification while this one became the new "ghetto." I looked up and noticed my grandmother walk from the inside of the house to a buffet she set up at the side of the street. I knew she was dead in my dream, but I also accepted the fact that she was here, walking around. She was feeding the neighbors, taking care of them and looking out for their well-being. Some people were peaceful and thankful of her actions, while there were others just taking beyond what they needed with no remorse. She didn't react one way or another, but went inside and left the buffet table outside for people take what they want.
I went inside (you kinda just fell off the dream at this point) and noticed certain members of my family sitting around and talking about how my grandmother was a fool for doing this for the neighbors. As I left to grab some fruit from the table outside, everyone asked me to get something from them. Frustrated, I think told them to get it for themselves (I can't remember, but I think I spoke up.) I walked out and grabbed what I wanted. I tried to find my grandmother to thank her, but she was gone.
I know exactly what this dream meant for me. It's not very bizarre, but now I feel like there's more for me to do to help, especially with my grandpa.