02-16-2023, 04:45 AM
A festival dream. Yeah, getting that Jones and RM is trying to get me to LA to do Rolling Loud (a hip hop fest) and Lucidity (hippie rave - the rebirth of RM campouts and I do want to make this one because it’s it’s Santa Barbara and I don’t have the time).
It’s a talkdown dream. I walk back into camp at 3am and am confronted by several IPR patients freaking out because they are surrounded by a gaggle of gawking nooBs. I focus on one - he’s aphaisic and speaking in tongues. I’m abandoned by the rest of the crew with these IPRs.
Maybe it’s not so much of a craving dream but more of a flashback. That’s my Psychoanal.
I woke up with my mind racing, thinking of what I’d say is asked to do an inservice.
They are shifting lucidity and if I make it, I’ll work morning shift. Fuck night shift. I’m too old and broken for that. Besides I’ll want to run amuck. I need accomplices.
My legs are sore from Stacy’s birthday hike.
It’s a talkdown dream. I walk back into camp at 3am and am confronted by several IPR patients freaking out because they are surrounded by a gaggle of gawking nooBs. I focus on one - he’s aphaisic and speaking in tongues. I’m abandoned by the rest of the crew with these IPRs.
Maybe it’s not so much of a craving dream but more of a flashback. That’s my Psychoanal.
I woke up with my mind racing, thinking of what I’d say is asked to do an inservice.
They are shifting lucidity and if I make it, I’ll work morning shift. Fuck night shift. I’m too old and broken for that. Besides I’ll want to run amuck. I need accomplices.
My legs are sore from Stacy’s birthday hike.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse