In my dream I was moving into a really small apartment with the help of a friend and we were really close and up in each others business all of the time and having fun and laughing a lot but also getting on each others nerves a bit. We were moving a large washing machine/ dryer combo into the building and we had a whole bunch of hallway doors propped open so we could move it in. I caught glimpses of the other people who were living in the tightly cramped old building. There was a lot of traffic in the hallway and an older couple walked by us and were checking out what we were doing. The person managing the building, an older White woman with dyed brown hair and silver roots was quite controlling and a bit of an oppressive presence. At the same time, I felt lucky to have a place to live, as it was kind of impossible to find housing in that realm.

Patti Smith lived in another part of town in an older house that she shared with others. It was reminiscent of simpler times in Vancouver before the cogs of gentrification had their way with everything warm and sentimental. She was my friend and we hung out a lot and she was bestowing me with wisdom about life and the world in general. She was going on a bit of a rant and was upset about all of the people in her life who aren’t in her life anymore and she had an old muscle car parked in front of her house. She took a few of us into her car and it was really spacious in there, though it was cramped with stuff. Then two guys appeared that weren’t people from her past that she was pining over, but younger men who are her friends now, and they were full of energy and excitement and they're super supportive of her. She was a bit entitled and demanding about everything, like really wanting everything to be exactly as she wants it.

I end up watching her record some new music and she was in a big room with other musicians and they were all spread out in the space in their own zones and slowly finding their grooves and learning her songs. The songs were incredibly good and she’s still so talented. I was really seeing her as a human, and just as vulnerable, fallible and sometimes difficult as anyone else. At the same time, when she started creating music there was some real magic in the air and I was so honoured to be watching the whole messy process of her coming to terms with life changing and then moving into another creative phase.

In this whole dream I was very much going with the flow and there were a lot of big personalities around me who were kind of trailing me along.

Suddenly in the middle of all of the hubbubb I heard a voice from up above me set back from the action, loudly calling to me and then I looked up and saw FUCKING BIG BIRD FROM SESAME STREET and he was up on a swing set up in the rafters yelling down to me. HE YOU, WOO HOO, HAHAH!! I was like holy shit and then I woke up.

I fell back asleep. I was driving down a country road that felt a bit like Stanley Park and I could see bigger buildings in the distance and a convergence point where there were some stores and other smaller buildings. I was with two of my co-workers and we stopped in a small town where I ended up wandering into a small cement building that had a apple tree growing out of it. I didn’t want to pick any of the apples or disturb the tree but I decided that I’d take some of the ones that had fallen on the ground. I took a bite out of one of them and there was a jewel inside. I took a bite out of another one and there was another jewel inside. I ended up putting a bunch of apples into my pockets and then carefully placed the chunks that I bit out of the two apples back in to place to make those apples seem whole again.

My co-workers who drove me out there and who I felt somewhat beholden to both wanted to leave and I felt a bit rushed though I was thinking that I needed to leave an offering to honour the land. I was then rudely interrupted by three aggressive sales people who were trying to get me to buy a bunch of stuff and they had very eager faces and were acting like we were friends. I was initially drawn in by their fake personas and they told me that they travelled very far to get there, but then I realized that they only came to see me because they thought I would be easy prey for their sale pitch. I asked them directly if they came all the way out here in the boons just to try and sell me stuff and they answered coyfully no, but I knew that they were lying and that my suspicions were true. They tried to make it out like I was really special and important when all they wanted was to make sales. I told them that they were going to be really disappointed because I just found all of these magic apples and I didn’t need anything else.

R.I.P. Q Lazarus (aka Diane Luckey)
Here’s the original music video for the Goodbye Horses:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8lz5Q3kG48


** I remembered about this fridge magnet that I have that must have inspired Big Bird’s cameo in my dream: