Last week I dreamt that I had moved to Montreal and was living with 16 people, only two of whom I had ever seen before, and one of whom was, incidentally, the brother of one Win Butler, who, as a result of this kinship, was frequently dropping by my abode just to say ‘hey’. I thought this was pretty cool, naturally, and was thus delighted to live in such a home despite the cumbersome number of tenants.

We had a housewarming party. Win dropped by, as usual, and I began a conversation with him about how much I liked Funeral. But when he questioned me about whether I cared for Neon Bible (I didn’t), I froze up – what to say without being embarrassed and without insulting him? I quickly changed the subject: we, I decided, needed some pizza.

I drove to the local pizzeria only to be greeted by two familiar faces – Issac Brock and Johnny Marr – in line, ready to order their pizza. I struck up a conversation and we hit it off great. I invited the chaps to our house party, and they politely agreed to stop by. I hurried home to (excitedly) inform my housemates of the company we were about to share, but, alas, nobody seemed to care. Offended that the presence of such musical geniuses weren’t enough to impress my stuck-up roomies, I ammended to move out and find a new hone.

Then I woke up.

I recall a wonderfully verbose dream I had wherein I traveled to some nameless country, most likely an old Eastern European bloc state with pastoral rolling hills and unreachable mountain ranges. At times I was riding a bicycle, at times I was on foot. But always and everywhere there were boats; sailboats, schooners, pontoons, skiffs and the like, all propped up in the air. All manner of ships and sea vessels, and not a one resting in or anywhere near water. That is, not floating in water, but (seemingly) floating in the air.

On I traveled. Still more landlocked seacraft. It was, in the end, as if the ships represented the things we take for granted in this life, and castoff, leave behind, high, dry, out of their natural context, to ignore forgotten and weathered.

Much later I arrived at a bus station and decided it was time to get on one.

Two nights ago I had one of those dreams where you wake up and want to analyze it right away…and it’s terribly obvious. I was apparently staring in a high school play with many of my closest friends, however, when it was my turn to speak I found that I had completely forgotten my lines. The auditorium was silent as I turned and ran behind the stage and out of the back doors. I continued to run, passing up a shoe store being held up by a robber (?) and an ice cream store that had a ridiculous line. I finally reached what appeared to be a water ride like the ones found at theme parks such as Six Flags and decided to stop there. Just as the ride reached the top of the peak before the big drop, I turned around to see who was behind me…and woke up.

Terribly obvious symbolism I think. Oh well.

Around five the other morning, I sat up abruptly and stated, "Wake up!" I was just finishing a dream where I was oversleeping, lazily passing away the morning. Somehow I was made aware of this, and knew I would be late for something really important. So, I woke myself up with the exclamation. But actually I didn’t wake up. I did, however wake up my light-sleeping wife. An hour or so later, I awoke normally. She reminded me about my early morning freak-out (grumpy times).

I dreamed about killing you again last night, and it felt alright to me. Well, not really, but I am very excited about the Wilco show next week!

Anyhow, I usually have trouble remembering my dreams, so I only have a vague recollection of my last one – for some strange reason, it involved George W. Bush celebrating some sort of electoral victory with his smug face, all the while holding a mini-hamburger on a toothpick. Don’t ask.

I can tell you that one of my favourite weird dream involved dreaming of watching an entire Ottawa Senators game the night before the actual game happened, seeing them win 3-2 with a player getting a hat-trick – and then the next the Sens ACTUALLY won 3-2 with one of their players scoring a hat-trick.

Weird.