entelein | Somnolent Detritus (so the name of my next band)

One part of the dream was chatting with Jessie for the first time in a long time. She seemed uneasy with me, and stopped short at some off-hand comment I made. I mean, she simply stopped. Stopped talking, stopped looking at me. In the dream, I finally just let my shoulders drop, I shrugged, I smiled.

Another part of the dream was an impulse audition for something Shakespeare. Something so impulse that the original monologue I'd gotten together was very unmemorized. I improvised, singing a song David Bowie-style, all about some boy. Said boy actually showed up at the end of the audition, drunk off his ass, and being all hilarious about it, taking part in the song, and wearing a ridiculous cape. He kept sweeping it over one shoulder and gesturing dramatically, a perfect satire of bad community theatre Shakespeare, and we had all the auditioners and the director howling. I sang really, really well in the dream. The director told me to come back the next day to read with more people.

I remember I had too many piles of papers with me, and I blushingly gathered them up as I thanked the director, and worked my way out of the house.

There was a third part of the dream, but I can't remember it. I think it was particularly real, and so it might be fading fast because there was nothing particularly odd about it.

I haven't been able to remember my dreams in a while.