music and dance

i spent the last 45 minutes dancing to my reclaimed vinyl coursing through my headphones and liquidancing all around the basement. isa was playing a computer game. i had forgotten how much i love electronic music and dance. i had for so long relinquished my love for electronic. i had given up. i realize now that this was due to the fact that i had ceased to dance to it. i think that the human component is essentially missing from electronic until you put it back in there with your body. flowing and bending to the beats revived in me a sensation and love for the dance, a feeling that i had been unknowingly missing and mourning. i feel so free and full of life, a motion that does not cease, and which bubbles forth with the vitality of youth. i feel like i am nineteen again, pulsing my body to a beat at a party with trippy light shows falling down the walls, and psychedelics plying my brain with ecstatic visions and sensations. i do not miss the nastiness of those times, but i am remembering the joy and the life.

dream

i was hanging out with sean and his family on a sofa in front of a restaurant, or something. we were chatting and watching the scenery. another sean, from earlier in the dream, who was a pothead, came up behind us to talk to me. i introduced him, and we were all mildly amused at the two sean factor [not a first, yet more unlikely than two joshuas]. the pothead sean started singing a little song about marijuana, and how 'marijuana pays for everything,' implying that he sold it. sean's dad went a particularly vivid shade of red and stared off into space, as my friend sean was laughing the kind of laugh that implied that he wouldn't mind buying some. i cleared my throat, and told pothead sean to bug off.
later, with my old boss, bob, i was relating the story to him. we had walked into his garage. every surface in it was covered in this off-white fake (or perhaps real) large grain leather (think cheap leather couch), including his explorer, inside and out. he began donning a suit made of the same material, with a shirt and tie to match. remarkably, i did not comment, i simply took this sort of thing to be normal behavior. i was saying to bob, 'i just couldn't believe he would be so disrespectful in front of his parents.'

dream

I was roller skating up a street. It was kind of like a video game. I kept having to read meters, but also defend myself against attackers. Once I found my car, I drove. At one point, I had to stop. A zombie rose up out of the ground and walked around to the driver's side. I couldn't roll my window up, and the zombie started attacking me. I was able to keep it back until I could get the window up, which chopped off some of the zombie's fingers. Later, I was roller blading fast after I got something that I needed from this mall place, and I was being chased by a roller blading gang. I wasn't afraid of them, but I moved quickly to get away.

dream

Some friends and I were driving to Evansville after some things happened that I cannot remember. We drove through a swamp, at the edge of which, were the water truly began, was a causeway. It was a rather new causeway, and strange, too, as it was curvy and twisty, rather than straight. As we neared the edge of the swamp, we stopped. We exited the car to have a look around. It was quite a beautiful swamp, as these things go, and we saw large green frogs everywhere, some as big as dogs. I was a little creeped out by this, as I generally don't like slimy things, but they seemed benign and content to just sit and do frog stuff. We could see Evansville across the water. There was a building that looked like an art deco government building, tallish and thin. I knew that it had been recently built. It exploded. I commented, 'Did they build that just to blow it up?' 'Yeah,' someone answered, 'I think it was for a movie.' Evansville's downtown was a lot more developed than in actuality. We continued into Evansville, and as we did, I said, 'You know, the one thing I've never liked about Evansville is the architecture. It is so bland.' There were murmurs of agreement from around the car.