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Lately I’ve noticed a bunch of hardcore dudes I’ve made friends with in this area seem to be the whiniest and most emo. WTH? I am not trying to be a bitch—I’m trying to figure out if I’ve become too much of a hardass myself.  And I am also slowly psuedo-blocking everyone from my wall.  

It was vivid and strange to say the least, and I am writing it down so I won’t forget.  This is one of the rare times a vivid dream has had me waking up going… heeeeey that wasn’t so bad.  I think it has to do with my excitement at visiting @iamthenikster, @lilseamonster and @nataliefragola with Miss Janine (who hath no tumblr to speak of).

It somehow started with me being at work on an off day, maybe a weekend—and while work was WORK, that is, the big F, or a meeting thereof, and I saw some of the same players there that I see from a day-to-day basis, it felt more like a mixture of work, Tir Na Nog (an Irish pub downtown) and a closet.  At the end of the meeting a few people started rolling around on the floor and making out.  I have no idea why but after coming up for air they said it was some sort of lover’s festival—I honestly have no idea.  

I meandered puzzled out the door into the streets of nyc, which is where the festival was.  Outside still looked like Raleigh, only busier and I think my mind closed some street gaps here and there like the edge of a video game.  There were a few—maybe 30 or so—folding chairs set up in a little grouping only about 5 or 600 feet away where a small band was sitting.  In front of them, probably about 100 or so chairs were set up facing away from a stage behind them which was in all likelyhood sitting pretty much right in front of the building I was in, but which I believe disappeared during this discourse.  

The small grouping of seats to the side were sitting in front of a park (Moore Square to be honest, but I was in nyc).  I saw a familiar face holding a clarinet in one of the chairs, sitting snugly between a female oboe player and another clarinet player (I used to play—they had real silver keys on their instruments!).  The familiar face was my Janiner-weiner.  She and all the other players had on festive and brilliantly colored costumes in warm yellows and reds and pinks and oranges, primarily.

Still at a distance, I watched her pick up and start playing the instrument (to my knowledge, she is not a player irl) BEAUTIFULLY (and despite what you may think, I am not a huge clarinet fan).  I mean, in my dream it was insane and everyone there for the fest took notice.  I looked over to my right and from out of a gap in the buildings I saw a familiar tow-head walking out, seemingly enamoured by Janine’s instrumental soliloquy.  She, too was dressed up.  We made eye contact and came together to sit in the seats in front of Janine, believing it to be her sirens song that brought us together to her.  Twilight began to fall and Janine started goofing around, pretending to play and chewing on her reed, much to the chagrin of her fellow woodwind-ians (again, a lot of this is just ridicluous detail I am remembering for myself).  She was trying to entertain us, but I also think she got nervous because people in the audience were commenting on how talented she was.  

She didn’t have a chance to play again.  

One of the guys in the audience took the stage behind us, one of the aging rocker types so commonly found in Raleigh.  As night was falling and we were for some reason facing away from him with Janine to our side, a large video display in front of us showed us singing a sweet rock ballad to his lover, a young mixed asian girl who was sitting directly in front of me.  She shot up and made eyes with him and you could tell he was singing directly to her—it’s possible this festival was something of a go-on-stage-if-ya-wanna thing, because it seemed random that for one song this guy was putzing, all lights on him.  Most people seemed bored though.  A woman next to me began commenting on how wonderful my red, yellow and pink tu-tu was that I didn’t realize I was wearing.  Nikki, Janine and I (and another girl or two) then stormed the stage as this guy was finishing up and started fooling around before Steven Tyler of Aerosmith went on (yeah! I know.).  I realized I could do push-ups and just began doing push-ups while Nik and Janiner danced.  With palm trees around, it now looked like L.A., but was still nyc!  Roadies began setting up about 7 million amps and then I woke up.

It was weird, but in that, with all the vivid detail and color and bffs… I woke up with a smirk on my face. 

Not bad.

Sorry I didn’t warn you beforehand about the pretty much total lack of plot line.