As a young man, I was blessed with many and lengthy dreams. When holidaying in Shoreham with friends, they would gather in the morning to hear me re-tell my story-like dreams.
And then I got a little older, and sadder, and the dreams dried up. I still had dreams, but they were dull and short, just a snippet of something – a deranged clown singing a mournful song on a razor-stringed acoustic – that sort of thing. I had the occaisional lengthy dream, but they were getting more like the Tasmanian House of Large Scissors and Raging Seas and Vampires Staring At Me Through The Window Watching Just Watching dreams that I had as a young young boy, which were Not Good.
Anywho, last night, to my surprise, I had a big long dream. I’ll try to recap it, but I’ve been awake for a while, so the goodness is fading.
Mrs Gizo met Beck, who was on tour, and she asked him to come over to our place after his last show, and he said yes. We went to meet him in St Kilda, and he asked if his roommates could come along – they looked alot like the guys from OutKast, so we said yeah. Then we went and brushed our teeth on the Esplanade (with no toothpaste, of course), where we met a couple of Euro-backpacker girls, who were coming over too.
Later on, at home, Beck knocked on the door with his OutKast friends, and came into the kitchen. I was worried, because we were having all these people over, but there was only one 6’er of Mountain Goat IPA in the fridge. But luckily there turned out to be a whole lot more. The Euro-backpackers turned up soon after, in a long-yet-short old white bus, which was full of ladies from the Blue Rinse Set.
I was keen to get a photo of Beck in our kitchen , so I could submit it for the latest MacTalk photo competition, but when I went to the lounge to get my camera, Damien Leith was sprawled across my beanbag, pulling apart Crumpet’s digital SLR (not Mr Crumpet’s 400D, this was a Nikon). I felt compelled to watch, and took a bunch of photos of him doing it, because I remembered the Crumpet thought he was a spunk. He was having alot of trouble reassembling the camera, which made me giggle.
And that’s about it. Apologies for the rambling nature of this post, but it’s the only way I know to get these dreams out – if I try to sculpt them I forget them, so I just let them pour out.