My Dream

Last night I had a dream that I was part of a large group flying to some mythical city in Europe. We stopped over in Russia, and while on the runway, a strange man walked on to the plane and laughed. The pilots chased him off, but I got nervous and went outside to inspect the plane's exterior. Fuel lines had been severed in two places, and fuel was pouring everywhere. I ran back inside and told everyone to evacuate. After they did, I went back in and got my Gameboy (I don't have a Gameboy). The Russian government put us up in a subway station that had been converted into a nursery for dark skinned Chechnyan children and upscale housing for homosexual, left-leaning Russians. We then made the rest of our journey on an old style Viking ship, and soon arrived at this magnificent metropolis that was either built on water or simply surrounded by it. The water level seemed to have risen over the years, so we would pass by submerged buildings from the 1800's, their roofs just above the surface. We arrived at a museum, where several musical groups imported from America would be nestled away in low-traffic hallways, performing for passers-by. John Conway, my old bandmate who's now in the Bravery, was with us. He said accomodations were much better when he toured Europe with The Bravery.

And that is my post for today.