What's worse than a bad dream is a good one, especially if you wake up wanting what you dreamt and it isn't there...
A young hippie girl, dirty-blond, bright as sunshine, wearing an orange shirt and a Bob Marley Beenie and... she had a cold... I told her I was really sick a week earlier and to her, the cold was a minor setback and not even that; she was ignoring it as she sat on the table, smoked cigarettes, and told me how great the concert was I missed because I was too sick to go... I didn't want to hear... I told her, "I don't want to hear about the concert because I'm depressed I didn't go." She told me anyway... Actually she sang a song by the band (not really, but in the dream it was) and I didn't mind her rubbing it in... She was more massaging it than rubbing...
I never touched her though... She liked a friend of mine, Rich, a guy I knew years before and haven't seen in over a decade... Funny how our cast of characters we never see in life make special guest appearances in dreams... They were hanging out in some room (scene-switch) and she was seated beside him with her head in her arms, napping (and dreaming?)... They weren't touching... She was an asexual nymph... I told Rich, "I think she likes you," but he was oblivious...
Before that I dreamt I was outside in a big park and there was a Beatles cover band playing... The guys were in their twenties, dressed like the Beatles with mop-tops but still looked like themselves... I don't know them in real life but in the dream they looked like guys I'd have seen in the late eighties when hippiedom was making a comeback, and all the young good looking kids, guys and dolls alike, were into that stuff when I was just getting out of it... When I was into it not many had that look... I was more grunge (years before the trend) than anything else, and at one high school the class had to discuss me being in there because of how shabby I looked...
This Beatles cover band played old tracks and sounded great... Had soul (rubber or otherwise) and carried the grooves... And I was grooving to each song and next door was a church I used to go when I was a kid... I walked... Actually I drove from the park (we used to ditch church and hang there) and the Beatle band went to the church... My dad thought they were nice young men even though... or he didn't realize they played music by "filthy communists"...
But it's that hippie girl in the dream I mentioned first that's still on my mind... I can't shake her... God how frustrating...
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