magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

dreamt that i was home for a vacation and was going to be playing guitar for some sort of public performance. i was really worried about it, as the only other time i had played for people had been as part of a band and we had used electric instruments and relied on the noise to disguise the fact that we couldn't play all that well. i was gathering the stuff that i needed together, picks, extra e strings that garth had bought for me, and thought about bringing my amp, which was sitting in my mom's dining room, but after playing with it a bit decided against it, since i was playing alone and felt an acoustic set would work better, if i could remember the songs.

and then i was at the venue, some sort of large theatre or concert hall. i had five tickets that i must have gotten for performing. i might have had four friends with me, or maybe i just ran into to people i knew there and gave the tickets to them. the entrance was at a mezzanine level. the seats that my tickets were for were across the other side. i was nervous about who else would be sitting in that area, but they seemed okay.

as i was walking in a toy soccer ball flew up out of the theatre and stuck to my shirt with velcro strips. i took the ball off and gave it to a child nearby. his family was offended for some reason, but i explained that it had flown out of the theatre and that i didn't want it, but it seemed that the kid did.

and then i was outdoors. it was night, ten o'clock maybe, but very quiet. i was walking through a park and ran into a helper dinosaur. i scratched his head and asked him questions. i had no idea how he would communicate, but figured that he would somehow. it turned out that he could speak english. he was waiting for the family that he served (they may have been at the theatre).

i continued on my way, and walked through the campus of a private school that i had vague memories of. there was a small theatre with statues of comic book characters outside (it was wolverine this time) and a sign that said the current production was held over. i walked further and came to the part of the school that i had the most vivid memories of, but it looked as if it had been left half way through a renovation, as if money had run out.

i was looking for someone in particular, but most of the place was not familiar and there was no one around. finally i found the security office and asked where the elementary school was, there was a teacher there that i was looking for. "i'm sorry, i can't tell you. you might be some sort of stalker. it's policy." i came up with a story about how i had been a student here as a child, and was looking for an old teacher of mine. i guess he believed me, or at least decided that i wasn't crazy, and told me to find #1302.

i walked further looking for the number, but they seemed to be going up in that direction. so i went back the way i came, but the numbers skipped large chunks, and #1302 was in one of those. i walked around back to a courtyard and found a few more numbers, but still not the one i was looking for. at this point someone else showed up to help me look, but there was a voice-over, as if this were a movie, about how the number we were looking for was not there.