i’m in new orleans and there’s been a flood. i’m not sure why it had to be new orleans. i’m with some buds and we get out of new orleans into a non-flooded shopping mall. i lose my dress shirt even though it’s still on my torso and it falls into the sewer below. i have it appraised by a man in a suit who is condescending particularly on my abilities regarding music theory and its applications in composition and performance (this is a logical thing to argue about for some reason) i scream and yell a lot at him
he offers to sell the shirt back for 1812$
i dont buy it back
i wake up (in a dream)
i head to the band room but it’s been turned into a restaurant. i text a friend but i remember she doesnt have texting so i take her phone and it’s with me now. i wait with a friend and tell her about the dream i had and the ridiculous cost of the shirt but she ignores me. i grow bored and go to walmart
there’s nothing there but i remember there’s a downstairs to it. downstairs is the pets and animals department. only the entrance is lit and the rest is darkness lined with mile high dim-blue lit fish tanks with weird fish and big shrimp and crabs.
little cutlets of the ocean lining a lightless void in the downstairs of the walmart. it goes for miles and i keep walking through it (i thought it was the most beautiful part of the dream because it was the most expansive but at the same time it’s impossible to tell since it was too dark)
i get out of the walmart and i’m climbing a mountain now. there are some ladders that i need to climb to get a better view because this cliff isn’t shearable i guess? the mountain is dark red. i climb the ladder and some old bystanders give me compliments but the ladder slips from beneath me and i have to jump to the platform from the last step or so.
the view is breathtaking, in the distance there’s a honey-comb shaped sort of beige rock that everyone is calling a tree that’s about the size of one of those apartments that keep getting built in fremont. it’s perched on a cliff surrounded by miles of empty red mountain. that dream is over
i’m at a hotel with my friends now. i have mixed feelings about my friends since the restaurant incident. we go into the pool but i’m the last to get in, i dont talk with them. i turn around and they’re different people now. i dont know where they went but i guess they didnt look to take me. i swim back into the hotel and i walk by a sauna with some strangers and some girl i like. her hair is down and she looks like she did in sixth grade. i jump in (stupidly, it’s a sauna what the fuck was i thinking??) and talk to her.
she’s insulted. she only looks that young when her hair is down. she puts it back up and she looks the same as when i saw her earlier that week. she’s not happy with me. nobody is.
somebody leans over and tells me that everybody thinks you’re stupid you know. i climb out of the sauna embarrassingly
somebody’s dad walks by and tells me my friends are having a teaparty outside but i dont care.
i go upstairs and into my room. there’s a piano there but it’s very old and broken. i pull out the keys (but the mechanism is falling apart and i have to shift around the parts so that i dont accidently pull on the strings) and it’s not a regular 12 note chromatic 7 white 5 black piano. at first the keys are broken apart and chipped but i play and they sort of materialize again. it’s a piano sequenced with names of people i know and there are no black keys.
no matter what keys i play it always produces a tonic and there is no dissonant because the keys don’t correspond to musical notes but motifs from familiar phrases. i play and it sounds nice, but it’s weirding me out too.
one of the cleaning people comes up and tells me to shut up.
i turn around and there’s a standard 12 note chromatic scale piano sitting right there in perfect condition. i dont try to play it. the piano with the names has broken keys now. it’s unplayable. i think about the girl with her hair up in the sauna.
the dream ends there