New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Saturday, January 24, 2004

Weird dreams. Weird indeed.

#1 - Fountains of Wayne are playing an outside festival at a venue that is on the side of a lake. The seating looks like it's carved out of the side of the surrounding hills. Kind of like the stage is at the bottom of a bowl with one side of the bowl cut away and facing a lake.

Got that? It's a free show but you need tickets for each seat, i.e. free tickets with assigned seating. Heather P. and I are standing on a bridge facing the venue and we decide to sneak up to the front. We're climbing down the side of this grassy bowl and we're pretty close to stage waiting for security to bounce us. The place is filling up fast.

The group is puttering around much like they always do and we see Adam. Heather P. decides to go schmooze him for giggles then she introduces me to him by another name as a reporter working for some magazine. I yank her arm and urgently whisper, "He already knows who I am! I am sure he probably recognizes me and knows that's not my name. Now he's going to think I am crazy."

She looks at me and goes, "Oh, yeah..."

I manage to slink away. Then we make our way to the very bottom in front of the stage where there are these kind of long bistro tables with stools around them (assigned seats)...we're trying not to get bounced and I see a bunch of my co-workers (guaranteed not know who Fountains of Wayne are) right up front.

There's someone playing the keyboard and "practicing" the song "Mexican Wine." He's dancing around and cavorting behind the keyboard kicking up his heels and generally making a fool of himself. Everyone's like, "Ohhhh, look at Adam go." and I am like, "I don't know who that hell that is but it's not Adam! What's going on here?"

Then a little girl (14 or so) sits at the table with this big stack of tickets and wrist bands and we're like, "Do you have extra?" and she's like, "Sure." and she's totally alone and is cool enough to hook us up. No more security issues.

So we decide to hang out with her and we move to a table dead center of the stage. She then pulls out some static cling MTV Press passes for us. Weirder still. And then some guy who looks like a blonde Ken doll with a mega watt tan and a steroid problem comes on the stage and pretends to be Chris. At that point my head is about to crack down the middle it was very strange. The dream ends there.

Dream #2

I am on what feels like a field trip for adults and we're at some sort of little theme park which has a religious spin.

And I'm like, "What's this about?"

Someone says to me, "Well it's a park where we simulate hell to discourage kids from being bad."

And I say, "How?"

And they say, "Well we make them wear devil masks and push very heavy wagons through really hot barns."

And I look at that action (the kids are wearing these big foam rubbish blue devil heads and pushing old fashioned wooden wheel barrels) and I think, "Well, this looks more like a game then a deterrant."

Then we going into the gift shop and they are selling these big foam rubber hands in all sorts of colors (like the we're number one hand) which say things like, "Jesus rocks!" and "Jesus saves the day!" on them. Plus there are foam rubber hands shaped in the hang loose position with similar phrases.

I buy a few to take home with me because I think that they are way too over the top.

The dream wanders on a bit more but that's the most interesting part.
posted by JustKeepMum on 2:38 PM