Weirrrrrrrrrrrrrrd Beatrice.

...Start here; with some youtune:
I think from Thursday-up; until today, it was very productive. But one thing was a bit strange. Dreams are intertwined again and I don't know if anyone reading this will be able to comprehend or keep up with how weird this connects with reality so I think I will just tell you as best as I can.

First: Thursday night, after practice and re-re-starting Final Fantasy VII; thee best game for Playstation or probably one of the best stories ever told (aside from the bible; specifically Genesis though), I was going to sleep but couldn't stop thinking about how excited I was for our first show! However the dream I had that night was a bit odd. It involved Matt and I practicing in a loft in New York on the east side of Manhat. Our friend Christine came over and we were all having fun and she liked out stuff a lot. (note this for further) After a while she picked up a guitar and a drum stick; I think she might have also played some keyboards somewhere in non-guitar parts, and played really good music. Matt then said some things but I was in another room and she ran out looking embarassed. I can't go into detail but a year or two ago Matt had actually confessed to her that he liked her but she has never actually been that way towards him. The dream ends with all of us akwardly talking one small conversation at a time.
First Pt.2: The next day is the whole shbang and we're all having a good time. First to play is Castles Underground and it was fun. I told Janie; Matt's girlfriend for a while now, that she should play on the porch in the backyard and she does. I knew that she played guitar but then she brought out a white tom-drum! The snare Christine was playing was white! It freaked me out and I have yet to tell Matt about this dream but I doubt it would mean anything to him, especially since he told Christine that like a while ago. I would post the video I have of Janie playing but you can just go to my youtube account (NeonKissss) and look it up for yourself. To creepy for me right now.

Second: After staying up until 6:00 A.M. On Friday I finally went to sleep and had a sad and some what "Disney-like" dream. It started off as a wolf talking to a camera and telling this story. It flash backed to downtown Charleston, right around colonial lake; Broad St. & Rutledge Ave., and a mother letting her child go at a young age. We'll say around 11 or 12. The child was kidnapped within four years of wondering around in the nice-part of Charleston. Odd already? The old woman who kidnapped this young teenager had two sons who were mean to him and later on they cast a spell on him. If he could not help or find his mother then something bad would happen. He had one year to do this. He eventually found her and was sent on numerous adventures for his mother. Each one harder than the last and due to his spell and condition of the spell that it put on him he got weaker and weaker. The final mission was to go into a haunted mansion and bring back a gold piano and learn how to read music so that he could play a melody to his mother that would finally break the spell. The old woman had found out that the boy was on his last mission and she sent her sons to kill him. He eventually outwitted the two men and got out of the mansion with the piano and sheet music but by the time he could get to his car he was too sick and he turned into a wolf. The 14/15 year-old-boy/wolf was actually me.
I woke up sweating and confused as I seem to be doing almost every day and immediately called my mother (It was about 3:00 P.M.). She answered and I asked how she was and she told me that she was really excited because she had found a new dog that she wants to think about getting. At that point in the conversation I paused in my tracks and then try to listen to music or something that would relate to music. Nothing. I don't know exactly how "close call" this wolf-to-dog dream-reality is but it is something that I had been thinking about pretty much the whole day out. If only I had some sort of interpreter or that guy who used to talk to the dead or whatever than got kicked off because he was a liar or something.


Thanks to all who came and stayed at Thee Ultima Weapon's second show last night. NO FUCKING THANKS TO BAND 3 AND THAT MOTHERFUCKER WHO MADE EVERYONE LEAVE BECAUSE OF HIS SHITTY NOISE SET; FUCKING SCHET! Major thanks to Ashley E. Coon for staying up with me until 6:00 A.M. Talking about everything and drinking as much as me. Trooperrrrrrrrs.
(Sorry that the Mono song is all shitty and the Voxtrot song is just pictures. Hopefully this next one will cheer you up)