"Such a Party"

I found a blog post from 12 years ago. Apparently I haven't changed much. Here it is...

"My dreams have become unusually surreal. They're full of living, and dead friends, and relatives.

I'm not sure, but I think I had a glimpse of my own memorial. This dream, I hope that's all it was, took place back in the old neighborhood. It was nice to see the old place, and all of the people I grew up with."

"Here's the thing,...I was late." 

"Part of this drama was me trying to get to my party/wake on time. I'm still not sure which it was.

I must say it was a swell show once it got started though. Lots of food, and booze for all. Even I had a good time,...I think.

Then in the middle of everything I was suddenly yanked back to the radio station."

You know how dreams are.

I was giving a lecture on the complications of history as seen through the prism of the human heart. Basically why do we insist on looting, burning, and butt fucking every damned thing on the planet. ...and twice on Sunday's.

It was a swell rant. I pulled out all the stops. 'Wish I could remember it I'd post it here for your befuddlement.

Then I was back at the party.

Btw all this took place either at dusk or late night. That's when many of my dreams happen. Anyway the cakes. Pies, cakes, cream puffs. See thing is I rarely have dreams where nice things happen to me.

However in 'this' dream I got cake.

I can still see it. Wonderful chocolate cake with a cream filling.

My perfect fantasy cake!