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10:03:2004 Entry: "Ann : Careful with that Dream, Eugene"

Careful with that Dream, Eugene

I was in a very strange setting with Stan, like mid-century dime stores looking for curlers for my hair (I don't curl my hair!). During this strange setting, I also had a parallel dream going on along side it, that I was in (yes, in) Pink Floyd circa the late 60s/early 70s along with another woman around my current age (blond, maybe 5'7" or so) or maybe somewhat younger. I don't know why we were in the band, but there was a controversy about whether Roger would scream during "Careful with that Axe, Eugene" or not. It was rather vague as to whether he didn't want to scream, or the setting (it seemed very amateur, like we were performing in a school auditorium or something) wouldn't allow him to scream because of some stupid no screaming rule. The woman (I don't know what instrument, if any, she played, neither do I know what my function was either) kept saying that if he didn't scream, she would scream herself. I was rather pissed off at this...why should she scream if Roger doesn't? During this part, the other parallel dream led me through some very strange scenery, like Mulberry street where Stan and I used to live. The old "Bohler's Hole" apartment was being renovated, but other apartments on the same block were very shabby and crumbling. You could see all the slats in the old woodwork...just bare wood, no plaster, inside, but people were living there nonetheless. As we passed by the houses, which was more like passing by tea rooms at Japanese restaurants and looking in at people eating, we saw some people sitting at a long picnic-table-type piece of furniture, naked, except they had black marks all over their body...ink? charcoal? along with cotton affixed to their body in splotches. They looked somewhat primitive, but mostly just stupid. Then we walked into a school, maybe this is where the concert would be taking place, and Stan went into a restroom, but it was more like a dressing room in a department store. I'm standing outside the dressing room, yelling toward his cubicle, complaining to him about the woman who wants to scream during "Eugene". I'm saying "There's only one person in this world who should scream during that song, and it's Mr. R.W.!" (I don't know why I used initials). Then I say that if the woman screams, then *I'M* going to scream and I start practicing various screams effects. Then Stan and I go into a cafeteria setting and I'm still complaining about the scream scenario. We're talking to some guy who I somehow know to be a Pink Floyd fan and I tell him how sacrilegious it is for anyone else to scream during that song escept for Roger, because "Eugene" is the dividing line song that "separates us religious Floyd fans from the secular Floyd fans." After that statement, I woke up, rather amused that I invented the concept of "religious fans vs. secular fans" in my sleep...and it even makes sense.

By Ann @ 19:46 AM CST:10:03:04 ..::Link::..