okay i have to do this fast before i lose the dream. it was an incredible, epic type dream. i don't even remember how it started, except that I was in Kansas City and on a whim, I decided to check out the band Was (Not Was). Go figure. So I'm reading a website and what not and I realize, fuck, they're not my favorite 80s electronic way-the-fuck-out-there band. Information Society is. So, along with my girlfriend, who, strangely morphed between Amy, Sam, and Krissi (of all people) throughout this dream, I check on IS and find they're actually in Kansas City too.

Some how, I end up going over there and meeting this wild guy. I can't remember the guy's name from the dream or RL. The way that IS got explained to me was totally fucked up and he wasn't all that much older than me so it would have made him a kid when IS was 'big'. We start shooting the shit, hanging out, and suddenly we're invited to do all kinds of crazy shit with him and this extended family of his.

Wow, what fucked up shit. Okay, let's see if I can list all the crap in this I can remember..

The guy insisting that we paint the roof of this 'church' that is inside his house. Showing me his holographic diner program that he built in two weeks. A snowstorm that caused my MINI-VAN! to spin out, hit the curb, knock every window and windshield out of it's frame. A group of music mixers coming in and remixing NIN's Closer with a Japanime voice. Finding a picture of this guy when he was like, eight, singing in a microphone. Hearing Seek 2000. Again. A guy in the church we were supposed to paint (but never did) being told by this main guy in the dream to go through the door on the right, but not the one on the left.. after which we went through the door on the left. Taking this huge.. truck with some kind of payroll and it breaking down then three crazy looking cars come up, stop, and these guys with automatic paint guns get out and start shooting. This same guy in my dream, coming out of this house as I'm running in, shooting back with his own auto paint gun. Sticking my foot in my mouth to a joke I try to make to a guy that turns out to be black. Seeing an amazing collection of stolen musical gear that this guy has accumulated over the years complete with the painted on names of the music groups he got them from. I keep wanting to say the guy's name was Kurt Vonnegut, but I know that's not right. I'm going to have to seriously look this up on the internet. I know there was a guy that kinda looked like the guy in my dream that was in IS, but this one was so much different. The name, seriously, that keeps popping up, is 'Wendy'. Yeah. But this guy had long black hair in semi-dreadlocks, pale skin, and dressed in a goth way that wasn't -too- goth. Black, yes, but his attitude wasn't goth. His attitude was like, 'Hey fuck it, if it's fun, I'm there.' I think by the end of the dream I was looking at him like an older brother. His family had this strange gypsy-like life. Even though they had a place, they travelled a lot, knew a LOT of shit, and they tended to steal things they wanted. Really odd. Man, what else happened in this dream? Ended up spending two nights there in that house. I remember a few of the rooms I found there. One was this darkened bar area that was totally awesome. Black with dark blues, low light, modern-stone like feel, but warm as well. Lights coming from the ground instead of the ceiling. Made for a wicked scene. Another was an auditorium that was much like the 'church'. Don't remember much about it. I think I might remember other things from the movie-dream.. we'll have to see. I kinda want to. I didn't know I could dream up cool shit like this.

What an amazing dream.