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Quote by: Tycoon  I'd like to hear what you think about the subject, particularly if you've been able to control your dreams. |
I just had a good one, a message from beyond the grave... wwoooowwwoooeeee!. I was listening to MP3's, and Pantera came on. I dreamed they were playing a late-night show inside a local Dunkin Donuts. The crowd stood in the parking lot. I floated in to the concert from high above, riding in the comfort of my bed. I came to rest at the store window.
All I could really see was Diamond Darrell, the guitar player. He was in a window display, like where maniquins stand. He was lighted by a strobelight effect, with a red wall behind him. He looked like this Rob Zombie photo:
Everyone was moshing around me. Gradually, the crowd disbursed and I was the only person left. I noticed that no one had spilled anything, sat down, or even touched the bedspread. Which was good, because I don't like people disturbing my comfort zone. So the show ended, and Darrell opens the front door and comes out into the empty parking lot.
We had a conversation, that isn't easy to do, when the other person doesn't have any eyes. He started bitching about the record label screwing them over because they were playing to an empty parking lot. He couldn't find the rest of the band. He showed me a guitar pick with the number 15 on it. The freaky thing, is I sounded like a parent on a charlie brown cartoon, but I could hear him just fine. Usually it's the other way around.
So, there you go. I see dead people.