rehab week - day 4...
lately, i keep going through things that remind me of the lyrics on my album. it's strange, almost as if, if some way, the things i wrote were foreshadowing the things i was going to go through. i don't know if that makes any sense, but it's just how it feels right now.
"i've made it this far,
i feel better about feeling bad,
i'll sit at the bar,
clarity is a mushroom cloud..."
day four. feeling pretty good.
fuck. it's 12:27am, and i should be in montreal right now...
(photo from prefix mag)
i'll have to settle for reading about the show on matt's blog.
so, today was a good day. woke up from another strange, vivid dream. i'll tell you about it in a bit. ate some chicken, worked on some lyrics for a while. then, got a call from my sis-in-law, my computer came in the mail. wicked. went over to pick it up, hung out with my li'l nephew for a bit (he truly, truly is, the most amazing human being i've ever met), then went to an audition for a film, which was a bit of fun. i don't know if i'll get the part, but i had fun doing it. then, band practice, and holy shit, the boys cooked up another heater. fuck, i have to come hard with some lyrics on this shit... somehow, i managed to make it through band practice without any beers or, uh, well, you know... just sipping water and gatorade. now back at home, chilling, going to fuck around on the new computer and see if i can hook my video camera up to it so i can start making some porn movies to fund our studio sessions...
check out the nextra crew here.
i'm out,
ryan
oh yeah, i was going to tell you about my dream. it's pretty short. i'm standing on a hill with a bunch of people i know, and there are some other cats there with some type of military uniforms on. not all fatigues and stuff, but like, more formal, officers type uniforms. there's a woman in uniform talking to us. it feels sort of like a red dawn situation, where i think they're an invading force or something, and we're some type of rebels, and we've been captured or something. the woman in uniform is talking to us, basically telling us we're surrounded and there's no escape and we're going to be captured. the thing is, now it's just her, and a whole group of us. i think what happened is we just had a little battle with some of her troops, and we took them out, and she's the only one left. she's claming that there is back-up on the way, and that we'll be captured/killed for sure. and we're trying to decide if she's bluffing or what. should we kill her? should we surrender? should we run for it? i'm talking to her and asking her questions and everyone in my group keeps looking at each other, trying to decide what to do. i look down the hill and there are some cars parked there. one of those old school volkswagen hippie-vans pulls up. next thing i know, my friend ***** and these two girls i know, ***** and ***** are leaving in the van, and i'm saying goodbye to them. they're asking me to go with them, but i've decided to stay and fight. there are helicopters approaching. they pull off in the van, down the hill. it's a bit later, and my friend ***** comes running back up the hill. i'm all like "i thought you left with them," and he's like "yeah, but i couldn't leave you guys here to fight alone, so i got them to let me out, and i ran back," and then he tells me that ***** was crying in the van because i didn't go with them. next thing i know, in the dream i'm tied up and have a bag over my head. i'm struggling to try to get the bag off of my head, and this is when i wake up, and my sheet is over my head and my hands are behind my back. weird, eh?
(photo from veer munshi)
"i've made it this far,
i feel better about feeling bad,
i'll sit at the bar,
clarity is a mushroom cloud..."
day four. feeling pretty good.
fuck. it's 12:27am, and i should be in montreal right now...
(photo from prefix mag)
i'll have to settle for reading about the show on matt's blog.
so, today was a good day. woke up from another strange, vivid dream. i'll tell you about it in a bit. ate some chicken, worked on some lyrics for a while. then, got a call from my sis-in-law, my computer came in the mail. wicked. went over to pick it up, hung out with my li'l nephew for a bit (he truly, truly is, the most amazing human being i've ever met), then went to an audition for a film, which was a bit of fun. i don't know if i'll get the part, but i had fun doing it. then, band practice, and holy shit, the boys cooked up another heater. fuck, i have to come hard with some lyrics on this shit... somehow, i managed to make it through band practice without any beers or, uh, well, you know... just sipping water and gatorade. now back at home, chilling, going to fuck around on the new computer and see if i can hook my video camera up to it so i can start making some porn movies to fund our studio sessions...
check out the nextra crew here.
i'm out,
ryan
oh yeah, i was going to tell you about my dream. it's pretty short. i'm standing on a hill with a bunch of people i know, and there are some other cats there with some type of military uniforms on. not all fatigues and stuff, but like, more formal, officers type uniforms. there's a woman in uniform talking to us. it feels sort of like a red dawn situation, where i think they're an invading force or something, and we're some type of rebels, and we've been captured or something. the woman in uniform is talking to us, basically telling us we're surrounded and there's no escape and we're going to be captured. the thing is, now it's just her, and a whole group of us. i think what happened is we just had a little battle with some of her troops, and we took them out, and she's the only one left. she's claming that there is back-up on the way, and that we'll be captured/killed for sure. and we're trying to decide if she's bluffing or what. should we kill her? should we surrender? should we run for it? i'm talking to her and asking her questions and everyone in my group keeps looking at each other, trying to decide what to do. i look down the hill and there are some cars parked there. one of those old school volkswagen hippie-vans pulls up. next thing i know, my friend ***** and these two girls i know, ***** and ***** are leaving in the van, and i'm saying goodbye to them. they're asking me to go with them, but i've decided to stay and fight. there are helicopters approaching. they pull off in the van, down the hill. it's a bit later, and my friend ***** comes running back up the hill. i'm all like "i thought you left with them," and he's like "yeah, but i couldn't leave you guys here to fight alone, so i got them to let me out, and i ran back," and then he tells me that ***** was crying in the van because i didn't go with them. next thing i know, in the dream i'm tied up and have a bag over my head. i'm struggling to try to get the bag off of my head, and this is when i wake up, and my sheet is over my head and my hands are behind my back. weird, eh?
(photo from veer munshi)
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