Thursday, October 11, 2007

July 7, 1995

I dreamed I was blamed for Warren Beatty’s broken neck. He spent years in bed recuperating. I had been trying to defend my mother from Beatty’s sexual advances. A jury found me guilty because Subway bribed them with sandwiches all during the two-year trial.

The dream ended with David Grubbs clinging to the front of a bright red speedboat and singing a song about the trial. After he sang it I read the printed lyrics and they mentioned a Lee “Scratch” Perry song called “8'x9'x6.5' Spirit”. No, there is no such song. In the dream I thought the feet marks meant inches, because I remember thinking an object that size would fit in your hands.

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