Preface.
...Yesterday was Bizarre to say the least, filled with incredibly obscure dreams & premonitions of endless possibilities, I walked through the day as if it were a movie. This day I speak of started with a Gasp for air from a soul stealing nightmare and ended with a marijuana induced neurotic drive to alphabetically place all unanswered questions in a semetrical row. This my friends is a true story.
The Recipe for such a day is as follows:
1. Cup) Joy Division, "She's Lost Control"
1. Once) Sticky Icky Green Bud
2. Dashes) Carnivale Season One
4. Liters) Cold Canadian Beer
Mix all ingredients together in a large glass cake dish. Garnish with a manic witches kiss. Preheat oven to 663. Bake for 24 hours. Eat hot and fall asleep to meet .......
"Mr. Jesus Nadir & The Guitar-Bar Airport"
... (I had an extremely confusing dream the night before last that I have simply titled the "The Trip."
All I remember was I was driving, it was dark, slightly foggy, my wife was in the passenger seat and there was nothing in sight for miles. My wife and I began to argue about who put "The Fluids" in the car, before we could reach the height of any good argument a sign appeared ahead, "One Moment for Gas, Food & Lodging." Out of nowhere a large golden warwick bass guitar appeared in the dry desert we passing through. On each side of the guitar sat a building as well as one underneath the large musical instrument. The building to the right had a yellow and red sign that read, "Automotive Repair." The building underneath had a gray and black sign that said, "Motel" along with a flashing light that slowly pulsated "No Vacancies." The building to the left was shaped of large New York City hot dog vendors push cart complete with an umbrella that contained the words, "Hot Dogs, Soda and Canadian Beer." At the top of the guitar flashed another neon light that read "JESUS NADIR"
... The air was nice, not too cold and not too humid. I turned to my wife but she had vanished, I immediately walked over to motel to ask the front desk if they had seen her. The man at the counter was dark complexioned, roughly 70 years old with salt and pepper gray hair and a wrinkled face. He spoke with a thick Punjabi accent and pointing in all directions when he spoke, "Hello sir, may I help you?" I asked him if he had seen my wife, without even having to describe her he spoke, "She has already checked in, as well as some of your friends Sir." For some reason, I felt at ease with this. The man spoke again, "Your car is in good care and will not be fixed until the morning. Please eat some food and drink ... your flight leaves tomorrow." Out of nowhere the large steel door behind me slammed shut locking me in.
Side note: I don't know what was wrong with our car, I didn't know where my wife was and I have never been on a plane before in my life. Even with all these factors I will still at ease inside this equation.)
... I walked around looking at everything, I saw my car being worked on through a glass divider between the center and right building. One of the mechanics turned and nodded at me, I smiled back. I continued my journey through a small door to the left of the front desk. I Found myself inside the hot dog cart where a very pretty girl with short black hair offered me a spot of lemonade. I took the drink with me as I continued through another door behind the hot dog girl. I once again found myself walking through a comfortably insane land of flashing neon bar lights, retired Vietnam veterans as well as waiters dressed up in their best penguin suits. The walls were draped with burgundy curtains, the air was filled with flatulence and cigar smoke while Joy Division played on an old transistor radio in the back of another room. I journeyed deeper into this land of oddities finding myself in front of a large movie screen. The movie being played looked like the old 80's B-horror flick "Puppet Master," surrounding the screen were a large group of bearded men in wheel chairs passing gas and goggling over the dolls in the film.
Side note 2: (I walked away from the wheelchaired men and all of a sudden I found myself waking up on an airport runway. The tar on the runway smelled fresh and the air tasted of marijuana)
.... Shaking my head around for a bit and groaning I looked up to see an old friend sitting Indian style under the warm sun ranting about something I had no clue of. "It's all a game man, they get into our heads man ... they stay there." I picked myself up from the ground and walked away from him to figure out where I was, every time I blinked I was 10ft away until I was under a still standing silver plane looking at the Jesus Nadir from a far. Still confused I looked to the doorway of the Nadir as tall woman with black flowing hair, dressed in a black evening gown walked out almost as if she were gliding. I blinked and blinked until I was back in front of my ranting friend who now was passing me a large joint. Before I could smoke anything the old front desk man came running out screaming, "Don't smoke that sir, please, the plane has already left and you must go home!" All of a sudden my friend grabbed the mans nametag tossing it at me shouting only one word, "Remember!"
Then I woke up....
Part 2. of 1.20.05 "Reality or still Dreaming?"
.... I laid in bed for about 10minutes thinking about my dream. The day started out as usual with me packing some lunch for my wife, drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes and watching Carnivale on DVD. My wife and I researched my dream online before she went to work but had no luck figuring anything out. I decided to go to work with her after she told me her boss needed an extra set of arms for some heavy lifting. So I got ready and we drove to her job. I remember her looking at the parking lot and saying, "Wow there are a lot of cars here today." She only had planned to work a 2hour shift so we could go to the vet for our cats checkup. When we walked in the Managers wife looked at my wife and loudly demanded she stayed all day. I turned my head to the door as I watched her boss being walked out in handcuffs followed by 5 or 6 F.B.I agents (I had never seen an F.B.I. jacket until yesterday) One of the agents turned his head to me and nodded at me just like the mechanic in my dream, I smiled back. I over heard the bosses wife and her friends talking about Kiddy Porn, Gun Charges and other shit. I was in a state of shock.
.... After the bosses wife left to follow her husband my wife filled me in. Her boss was picked up on 2 counts of child pornography, 2 weapons charges as well as one count of endangering a minor. We sat stunned all day talking about what the hell he was thinking and how his wife would be able to handle this. My wife and I talked all day until it was time to go home. As she shut the shop door I heard a familiar sound, it was just like the steel door slamming in my dream. By the time we got home it was to late to make it to the vet. I looked at my cute little fur ball of a cat ... and then I remembered the nametag from my dream, "Mohammed Nadir" My cats name is Mohammed! This was too odd to handle. All of a sudden my phone rang, it was my mom in Florida telling me her pane would be late. Now I was really stupified. I grabbed the remote control to turn on the dvd player .. Carnivale was not the disk inside. It was 24hour party people. I never had seen the movie so I watched it, wouldn't you know the Joy Division song I dreamt of was in part of the soundtrack. All night long it was like I was walking inside of a dream, but I wasn't .. I was wide awake. Yesterdays events left me with unanswered questions.
1.) Who is Mohammed "Jesus" Nadir?
2.) Who was the beautiful woman with the flowing black hair?
3.) Who were the bearded men in the Wheelchairs?
4.) Why a Golden Warwick Bass Guitar?
5.) "It's all a game man, they get into our heads man ... they stay there."
As well as many more questions...
... Who knows the answers, maybe nobody, but the subconscious is an odd sort of thing. The day before this I had a dream a figure was tearing out my heart, I woke up gasping for air. I once wondered if you walked under a folded up attic ladder would bad luck come your way?
I found this today.
Jesus Nadir I need a beer!
Another Photo from McFarlane's Twisted Fairy Tales. Here is Hansel's sister, "Gretel"
"Heal the world Bite by Bite"
...Yesterday was Bizarre to say the least, filled with incredibly obscure dreams & premonitions of endless possibilities, I walked through the day as if it were a movie. This day I speak of started with a Gasp for air from a soul stealing nightmare and ended with a marijuana induced neurotic drive to alphabetically place all unanswered questions in a semetrical row. This my friends is a true story.
The Recipe for such a day is as follows:
1. Cup) Joy Division, "She's Lost Control"
1. Once) Sticky Icky Green Bud
2. Dashes) Carnivale Season One
4. Liters) Cold Canadian Beer
Mix all ingredients together in a large glass cake dish. Garnish with a manic witches kiss. Preheat oven to 663. Bake for 24 hours. Eat hot and fall asleep to meet .......
"Mr. Jesus Nadir & The Guitar-Bar Airport"
... (I had an extremely confusing dream the night before last that I have simply titled the "The Trip."
All I remember was I was driving, it was dark, slightly foggy, my wife was in the passenger seat and there was nothing in sight for miles. My wife and I began to argue about who put "The Fluids" in the car, before we could reach the height of any good argument a sign appeared ahead, "One Moment for Gas, Food & Lodging." Out of nowhere a large golden warwick bass guitar appeared in the dry desert we passing through. On each side of the guitar sat a building as well as one underneath the large musical instrument. The building to the right had a yellow and red sign that read, "Automotive Repair." The building underneath had a gray and black sign that said, "Motel" along with a flashing light that slowly pulsated "No Vacancies." The building to the left was shaped of large New York City hot dog vendors push cart complete with an umbrella that contained the words, "Hot Dogs, Soda and Canadian Beer." At the top of the guitar flashed another neon light that read "JESUS NADIR"
... The air was nice, not too cold and not too humid. I turned to my wife but she had vanished, I immediately walked over to motel to ask the front desk if they had seen her. The man at the counter was dark complexioned, roughly 70 years old with salt and pepper gray hair and a wrinkled face. He spoke with a thick Punjabi accent and pointing in all directions when he spoke, "Hello sir, may I help you?" I asked him if he had seen my wife, without even having to describe her he spoke, "She has already checked in, as well as some of your friends Sir." For some reason, I felt at ease with this. The man spoke again, "Your car is in good care and will not be fixed until the morning. Please eat some food and drink ... your flight leaves tomorrow." Out of nowhere the large steel door behind me slammed shut locking me in.
Side note: I don't know what was wrong with our car, I didn't know where my wife was and I have never been on a plane before in my life. Even with all these factors I will still at ease inside this equation.)
... I walked around looking at everything, I saw my car being worked on through a glass divider between the center and right building. One of the mechanics turned and nodded at me, I smiled back. I continued my journey through a small door to the left of the front desk. I Found myself inside the hot dog cart where a very pretty girl with short black hair offered me a spot of lemonade. I took the drink with me as I continued through another door behind the hot dog girl. I once again found myself walking through a comfortably insane land of flashing neon bar lights, retired Vietnam veterans as well as waiters dressed up in their best penguin suits. The walls were draped with burgundy curtains, the air was filled with flatulence and cigar smoke while Joy Division played on an old transistor radio in the back of another room. I journeyed deeper into this land of oddities finding myself in front of a large movie screen. The movie being played looked like the old 80's B-horror flick "Puppet Master," surrounding the screen were a large group of bearded men in wheel chairs passing gas and goggling over the dolls in the film.
Side note 2: (I walked away from the wheelchaired men and all of a sudden I found myself waking up on an airport runway. The tar on the runway smelled fresh and the air tasted of marijuana)
.... Shaking my head around for a bit and groaning I looked up to see an old friend sitting Indian style under the warm sun ranting about something I had no clue of. "It's all a game man, they get into our heads man ... they stay there." I picked myself up from the ground and walked away from him to figure out where I was, every time I blinked I was 10ft away until I was under a still standing silver plane looking at the Jesus Nadir from a far. Still confused I looked to the doorway of the Nadir as tall woman with black flowing hair, dressed in a black evening gown walked out almost as if she were gliding. I blinked and blinked until I was back in front of my ranting friend who now was passing me a large joint. Before I could smoke anything the old front desk man came running out screaming, "Don't smoke that sir, please, the plane has already left and you must go home!" All of a sudden my friend grabbed the mans nametag tossing it at me shouting only one word, "Remember!"
Then I woke up....
Part 2. of 1.20.05 "Reality or still Dreaming?"
.... I laid in bed for about 10minutes thinking about my dream. The day started out as usual with me packing some lunch for my wife, drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes and watching Carnivale on DVD. My wife and I researched my dream online before she went to work but had no luck figuring anything out. I decided to go to work with her after she told me her boss needed an extra set of arms for some heavy lifting. So I got ready and we drove to her job. I remember her looking at the parking lot and saying, "Wow there are a lot of cars here today." She only had planned to work a 2hour shift so we could go to the vet for our cats checkup. When we walked in the Managers wife looked at my wife and loudly demanded she stayed all day. I turned my head to the door as I watched her boss being walked out in handcuffs followed by 5 or 6 F.B.I agents (I had never seen an F.B.I. jacket until yesterday) One of the agents turned his head to me and nodded at me just like the mechanic in my dream, I smiled back. I over heard the bosses wife and her friends talking about Kiddy Porn, Gun Charges and other shit. I was in a state of shock.
.... After the bosses wife left to follow her husband my wife filled me in. Her boss was picked up on 2 counts of child pornography, 2 weapons charges as well as one count of endangering a minor. We sat stunned all day talking about what the hell he was thinking and how his wife would be able to handle this. My wife and I talked all day until it was time to go home. As she shut the shop door I heard a familiar sound, it was just like the steel door slamming in my dream. By the time we got home it was to late to make it to the vet. I looked at my cute little fur ball of a cat ... and then I remembered the nametag from my dream, "Mohammed Nadir" My cats name is Mohammed! This was too odd to handle. All of a sudden my phone rang, it was my mom in Florida telling me her pane would be late. Now I was really stupified. I grabbed the remote control to turn on the dvd player .. Carnivale was not the disk inside. It was 24hour party people. I never had seen the movie so I watched it, wouldn't you know the Joy Division song I dreamt of was in part of the soundtrack. All night long it was like I was walking inside of a dream, but I wasn't .. I was wide awake. Yesterdays events left me with unanswered questions.
1.) Who is Mohammed "Jesus" Nadir?
2.) Who was the beautiful woman with the flowing black hair?
3.) Who were the bearded men in the Wheelchairs?
4.) Why a Golden Warwick Bass Guitar?
5.) "It's all a game man, they get into our heads man ... they stay there."
As well as many more questions...
... Who knows the answers, maybe nobody, but the subconscious is an odd sort of thing. The day before this I had a dream a figure was tearing out my heart, I woke up gasping for air. I once wondered if you walked under a folded up attic ladder would bad luck come your way?
I found this today.
Jesus Nadir I need a beer!
Another Photo from McFarlane's Twisted Fairy Tales. Here is Hansel's sister, "Gretel"
"Heal the world Bite by Bite"
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hey, that living dead doll is not vanity but hollywood