okay a couple of things....i just woke up in my bunk. it's 4:11 am in the uk. i totally fell asleep with my computer open reading some sports blogs and downloading the last episode of sleeper cell. (god, the douche thinks that i am NOT very rock 'n' roll at all. i fear i am tainting his future epic stories of life on the road. if he ever begins to tell the truth he'll have to temper his storie of excess partying with, "well, there was the one guy who was in bed all the time watching crime dramas on his ipod or doing the crossword or yelling at me cause i was late.")
as i was saying, i 'd like to think that i woke up just now because the god damn snorchestra has started up. but i am afradi it's cause i just had a nightmare that i throw like a girl. i know, i know that isn't the right thing to say, but i am trying to give you a visual here.
in my dream i was walking down some dirt road with baseball fields (picture field of dreams) as far as the eye could see. lars, greg and lenegan were there, maybe a couple of other people i have been on tour with, too. and we were walking down the road rolling our luggage behind us. we were going home. but for some reason i had my little league uniform on. and these trains that looked like those covered but open things they have at the amusement park with the benches that are the width of the car kept driving by with families. the kids in the train had their gloves. i told the guys that i wanted to go to the game tonight. someone said it was an away game but i pointed out that all these people in the train were going. right after we walked past one of these fields a few kids jumped off the train and ran past us. i turned around to see vladimir guererro taking batting practice and they were fielding his hits. so i dropped my bag and i ran back with my glove! i was stoked! it was amazing. then a fly ball came right to me, it was like that scene in parenthood, and i dropped it but i didn't care. and then i went to throw it and the ball went like 20 feet, if that. i was mortified. and then i can barely throw the balls, lamely still, fast enough to keep up with the next one coming right for my head. and the whole time i have my stupid little league outfit on, spats and all. so i'd like to blame my sudden conciousness in bed on the snoring machine but it's probably my nightmare of throwing the baseball like a sissy.
this is not vlad.
maybe it just means i am tired and exhausted from work and i can't wait to go home. we are going on 21 days in a row. with 10 more to go.
rock 'n' roll.
Thats the most awesome dream. Ive been having the coolest dreams with B&S like we are all best friends. Then I wake up and I am giddy for the whole day. Its awesome.
P.S. THe Idea of you in a little leauge outfit it unbearably cute! haha I hope you dont mind me saying so!
Posted by: Ollie | August 21, 2006 at 09:16 PM
Are we the conductors of the Snorchestras? Is this our calling? My own personal snorchestra woke me up in the middle of the night. I'm considering leaving a threatening letter under the door of his apt upstairs. What should I say?
Posted by: Robin | August 22, 2006 at 10:03 AM
He might mind "Ollie"... but I for sure do.
Posted by: nina Lucas | August 22, 2006 at 09:03 PM