reuniting parts
been having a lotta very vivid dreams lately that i'm always disappointed about not recalling. vanessa just shoed her NYC to LA blog and got me inspired to come back to a tradition i've always enjoyed.
here's one i remember from a few days back. the dream itself was a fuckin' epic that i actually remember in my dream hoping that i would remember. yes...i knew i was dreaming, how interesting.
either way, i'd somehow tracked down an old bike that my current bike had inherited parts from (last owner's work) through craigslist i believe. like...tracked through old emails and serial numbers (not that bikes are serialed like engine blocks...) and tracked it down to a very homely country farm with a very nice...but strange family living there. i pulled up the driveway (i'd conversed with the owner somehow) and it was sitting right on the other side of this fence...so i jumped over and started taking a look at it before finding the owner...which is a little unlike me.
he heard the noise and did wander over to see what was up...i don't believe he was bothered at all taht i'd jumped his fence. we hadn't talked about price as i'd tracked it down (it wasn't for sale or anything) bt it was a heap. i wanted it for personal, possibly nostalgic reasons. in my head i was thinking of a number somewhere in the vicinity of $50 but he subtly drops $20 into our "hi i'm...oh really you work at...you have a beautiful place..." conversation and so i offeed, he was pleased, done deal.
as i'm getting ready to go to no place in particular with my new find, his wife comes out (they are both maybe in their 50s) and asks if i'd like to stay for dinner. again, unlike me...(usually afraid of awkward social situations) i accept. dream starts to get fuzzy here but i believe we're sitting at the dinner table with the man, a few of his young kids, i believe his wife was cooking...and it's taking a ridiculous amount of time for dinner to come up and i actually think i had to excuse myself and leave as it was getting a litle strange. a scene from the most recent 'texas chainsaw massacre' pops into mind...old house...every corner filled with "stuff" that seems neither harmful nor useful...and just...strange questions and awkward silences.
oh, and i think i drove up in a black el camino....ballin.
here's one i remember from a few days back. the dream itself was a fuckin' epic that i actually remember in my dream hoping that i would remember. yes...i knew i was dreaming, how interesting.
either way, i'd somehow tracked down an old bike that my current bike had inherited parts from (last owner's work) through craigslist i believe. like...tracked through old emails and serial numbers (not that bikes are serialed like engine blocks...) and tracked it down to a very homely country farm with a very nice...but strange family living there. i pulled up the driveway (i'd conversed with the owner somehow) and it was sitting right on the other side of this fence...so i jumped over and started taking a look at it before finding the owner...which is a little unlike me.
he heard the noise and did wander over to see what was up...i don't believe he was bothered at all taht i'd jumped his fence. we hadn't talked about price as i'd tracked it down (it wasn't for sale or anything) bt it was a heap. i wanted it for personal, possibly nostalgic reasons. in my head i was thinking of a number somewhere in the vicinity of $50 but he subtly drops $20 into our "hi i'm...oh really you work at...you have a beautiful place..." conversation and so i offeed, he was pleased, done deal.
as i'm getting ready to go to no place in particular with my new find, his wife comes out (they are both maybe in their 50s) and asks if i'd like to stay for dinner. again, unlike me...(usually afraid of awkward social situations) i accept. dream starts to get fuzzy here but i believe we're sitting at the dinner table with the man, a few of his young kids, i believe his wife was cooking...and it's taking a ridiculous amount of time for dinner to come up and i actually think i had to excuse myself and leave as it was getting a litle strange. a scene from the most recent 'texas chainsaw massacre' pops into mind...old house...every corner filled with "stuff" that seems neither harmful nor useful...and just...strange questions and awkward silences.
oh, and i think i drove up in a black el camino....ballin.
