rehab week - day 5...

had another crazy dream last night, but i woke up, didn't write it down, and fell back asleep, so now i can't remember it. for some reason i have this picture in my head of being in a restaurant, and all the booths were carved out of wood, the backs of the chairs towered over my head, and were intricately carved, as if they were antiques, or from the middle ages or something...

here's another one from a few days ago... i'm in an asian food market, going from market stand to stand, looking for a magazine, but i can't find one i want to buy. then i'm in a mall. i don't work there, but a friend runs a shoe store and has asked me to fill in for somebody for the night. the mall is almost empty, and most of the stores are already closed or in the process of closing. i'm going up an escalator, and i see, a little ways off, going down another escalator, a ups or fedex guy, who waves at me. apparently i know him, i wave back. i get to the shoe store, and the sliding doors are almost closed, saved for a foot or two to walk through. i go in. i see my friend, who is opening boxes, stocking shelves. (i think it's this woman i used to work with over ten years ago, at a jean store, who i haven't talked to since. i can't remember her name.) i hand her a magazine i bought for her. it's a gift. it's a big, thick magazine, like a vogue type of thing, but it's from japan. the magazine comes with a cd, a compilation of japanese bands. now there are a couple of other people in the store with us. i think we know them. my friend likes the gift. she says "let's listen to some japanese rock!" and puts on the cd.

speaking of japanese rock, i just heard zoobombs were in toronto again recently. i wish i knew about it, i would have gone up. killer, killer, band...



lasers,
ryan