timetravel dream

i have this recurring dream about touring in time and alternate realities. we have to find a special door to go through to get to the next venue or end up in a waiting-room and sit around there in anticipation of the next door opening. my dad is always there lounging on a sofa, but he never says anything - he just looks at me with this expression that seems to be saying "you're late".

so the first place we end up in is a tram full of people (definitely influenced by sitting in a rented tram last night). i try to explain to some man that i'm lost and try to tell him where i'm from, but he keeps interrupting me. get off the tram, walk through a door and i'm in something that looks like the wild west, except that every house here is a japanese restaurant (that only serves cajun cooking). we try to organise a rehearsal but emily is the only one that shows up: i go looking for the rest of the band in one of these eateries, a whole lot bigger than before and they're sitting on the floor, watching a video of themselves, eating. i lose my cool and shout at them for always slowing things down and being lazy.. they pull pillows and other such padding from under their clothes and leave me to pay the bill, and i stand there wondering why i always have to go fucking mental for no good reason.


i follow the others through a door, and we're in flamenco-land (i've dreamt of this place before), it's permanent night here, and the place seems to be deserted apart from these mariachi-types playing baritone-guitars dancing in circles, in utter silence, the only sound here is the desert wind (or the kind you get at beaches at night). the guitarists are always surrounded by three lady-flamenco dancers, that look like holograms. the greens and reds on their big sleeves shine brightly in neon, but they don't look real. we start to leave. essi tells me that jere wants to stay here, i turn around and see him walking back through the spaghettiwestern archway we just came through towards one of these mariachis. he only has two hologram-dancers, and when jere gets close enough, he sort of shimmers and turns into one of these women. and i think to myself that that atom is stable now. we go through a door and we're in the waiting room. my dad's still there, and we all are now, except for jere, but nobody wonders why he didn't want to come with us.