This world may end, but not you and I.

Dream narratives -- probably lots of run-ons and hard to read, but I'm trying to get as much detail out as possible before it slips away.

Last night I dreamt I saw Lisa's performance. I was not running sound. But I was trying to get front row seats on these pews. It was quite an elaborate affair, including a pre-show dinner at an Asian restaurant that had "buddha" in the title, and people on skates going through the "arena" as pre-show entertainment, including Jermaine Dupri and Busta Rhymes -- if you've seen "The Whole World" video by OutKast, it had a similar feel in atmosphere. They skated right by me, and even talked to me some, probably because I was the only one around who recognized them. But then Dupri started bragging about being on the cover of The Source, and in my dream, I was like "oh please, even if you were on the cover, you're still jermaine dupri which means you're only mediocre." Sometimes the self in my dreams cracks me up. The show itself was having major trouble getting started and last-minute techinical delays and I kept thinking "why didn't she just let me handle all the design issues of the posterboards?"

[Some of this dream is related to me needing to do the sound montage for one segment of her show. Though I wasn't very anxious in my dream, so it wasn't really a nightmare anxiety dream or anything.]

My second dream didn't really come to me until I was on the train this morning. It was elaborate in detail, but simple in plot. I was staying in this woman's apartment in NYC, and I sort of knew her, but not well. I was possibly house-sitting, but on a somewhat permanent basis because a lot of my stuff was in one of the bedrooms. She had longish redhair and was around 35-40, but that's all I remember. She was listening to some random mixtape of mine and I came in the room, and she acted all embarassed that she was listening to one of my rap albums. Then she said something like "I guess I just don't get it, but I don't know why". So I sat on the couch and sort of started talking about whatever the song was -- like interpreting what he was talking about. Then she came and sat right next to me, and I had this feeling she was going to do something physical so I should decide quickly how I was going to react -- did I want to kiss her? Fuck her? Then she sat in my lap and said "is this okay?" and I remember her feeling really light and I said "sure, it's fine". And then we started talking and it seemed really comfortable and nothing else really happened other than talking.

Lately I've been a much more active daydreamer, and so on the way to work, I kept replaying this last dream, hoping I could somehow induce an ending or beginning or something. Maybe I should just write one.

Today I am a vision in grey. With dark grey work pants, and a light grey sweater that has black and red stripes across the chest. I feel these racing stripes are pretty sharp, which means I'm in a pretty good mood. Which is good news for those help desk callers I'm about to go try and help.

I'm not a killer, but don't push me.

It's amazing how quickly time passes when actually busy.

I will be an honorary drag king on Saturday night. Well, not really, but I will be running the music for their show. Apparantly I wasn't the only performer manhandled by the lesbians. And by that I mean, I wasn't the only person who was negotiated at the VERY last minute by the event organizers. Let's just hope they'll have turntables. Otherwise I'll be singing house music for an hour. Do you know how difficult that is?

Those thugs you know ain't friendly. Those jewels you rock make them envy.
I often get asked to define such terms as 'bling', 'ice', 'grill', 'Cris', as well as such verbs as 'rockin'', 'spitting', 'flossing' and 'crunked up'. I don't mind this at all. But it does amuse me at times.

So far at my DJ gigs I've felt sort of embarassed when I show up with my Slip-N-Slide singles and Mary J Blige and whatever else would fit into my interpretation of a dream "The Box" Block. I have no idea what the official difference between intelligence dance music and progressive dance music and trance and techno and down tempo and house and two-step and acid and electronica. Ok, that's an exaggeration. I have pretty decent knowledge, especially for someone who doesn't specialize in it. But if quizzed on the nuances, I'd fail miserably. But I specialize in booty music, I suppose. I mix in some dance remixes and other songs with good bass and high bpm's. I can be a snob in my own personal taste, but when it comes to live DJ, I'm all about moving the crowd. I don't want to play music that's okay if someone happens to be in the mood to dance. I want to play music that makes people HAVE to dance beause they can't let the song pass unnoticed. And then I'll occasionally mix in some new song that's unfamiliar to people, but at that point, they're already moving.

I'm sure when I produce beats I'll take pride in turning people off with my weird and offkilter isht. And if someone comes over to my humble abode, I might subject them to bizarre obscure beautiful isht. But I refuse to do that at the club. It doesn't matter if I'm playing my favorite song of all time -- if people start to leave the floor for a drink refill, I'll quickly switch to Oochie Wally.

This is the story.....of 7 strange LJers.....picked to live in this entry.

I occasionally hit the Random Find Users link, but I've never posted the results since they weren't that intersting. Today I hit the jackpot. Several times.

LJer #1. The Animal-Lover
i love animals so much that i have actually nursed an abandoned newborn pup. i was nursin mt son so i thought why not. the pup had no teeth and a little breastmilk won't hurt. besides it was crying. i do attachment parenting with my kids so why not a puppy? that pup is HUGE now by the way and really no longer a pup!
i'm not exactly a vegetarian but i'm getting closer every day! i think it depends on how you feel about the way things are in your situation. my husband is anti-vegetarian so theres a big obstacle for me right there

LJer #2. The Tigerbeat Subscriber
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrr!
I soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo wanna go see incubus again =(
If i had the money i'd be in manchester now!
gggggrrrr i think it's a wake up call me me to get my ass in gear and get a job and stuff....coz if i did...then i would have been able to go.
STUPID STUPID ME!
Nothing exciting is ever happening anymore...must get a better social life or something lol
I'm so living in the clouds today thinking that some miricle will happen so i can go see Incubus, silly me huh?!
Whoa i sound so silly and obsessed.....personally thats not how i would put it, it's just that they are my fav band, i respect the hell out of those guys...and i know for a fact they wont be back for aaaaaaages which makes me more determined to go...but I CAN'T!!!

LJer #3. The Short-Attention Span Writer
I think I found what I want to do in life, finally! I heard about this profession on TRL today, and was interested in it from the moment it was mentioned. Ellen and I are moving to Cali when we get older cause yeah we want to be around all the stars and junk. The tres hermana's can all hang out together then, you see.
[The journal entry then changes subjects and she NEVER mentions her new-found career. I guess I'll have to watch TRL to find out.]

LJer #4: The Alcoholics-Like-To-Call-It-the-Moment-Of-Clarity, or I-bet-this-is-what-I-sound-like-sometimes Poster
You ever feel helpless to challenge the existing status quo? Ask questions. It just dawned on me that there is nothing more disarming than questions. Like, why are we doing this? Do we have documentation on the alternatives? I think back to the past year at work and the most frustrating moments were when I didn't understand what was going on and I DIDN'T ask questions.
Just an interesting epiphany for the moment.

LJer #5. Yes, I Believe You're Drunk.
I am soo drunk. I went to bar and drank and ate potatoskins and a burgera dn then had 8 beers and 2shots aof jager and watched people play pool. it was coreys birthday so everyone was lik e' hapyp birchtday' and we bough t him food. we left at1:30 am. they played lo fidelity allstars and chemical brothers and crystal methosd and i was like holy fucik man this placerocks. I bought megan a pack of cigareettes and she was all like "you dont haveto do that" and I"m likke "fuck it i am loaded I dont care" which was funny cause it was a doubtle meaning (drunk, and my savings acct is busting at the seams.)
then my ccousin danny is like "dude i am newly single " so we went ot a strtripclub and it was my first time and the girl s were so nice. I had a czech girl dance for me and then this berautuful Polish girl named Jessica gave me a private dance and shewas cool she kept waiting until the manager wasnt looking and then fginered herself and told me "vvvait. okay now you can lick" whenever he wasnt looking so i licked her inpples.. then some other girl danced for me and she had gigantic tits but I was more intersted in her pussy gridning againt my gigantic dick. oanyawy it ws a goodnight and I had one more beer and then smoke da cigarette and Iam drunk so I am back home now and I am totally going back there agaain. oih yes. THe atm had a 13% fee so I am going to remember to bring money in advance next time. I lvoe you all.


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