I’m warning you right now this is a post about two dreams I had last night. You can skip it, I won’t be offended. Dream posts really are the most self-indulgent navel-gazing. I know that. But I really like how these two dreams combined so many things going on in my actual life in a weird, absurd way.
In Dream #1, I went to McDonald’s and Jason Isbell was working there as part of some reality show thing. I don’t think I was supposed to recognize him, but I did. He had a tattoo of a small heart under his right eye. Before I ordered I told him I was on my way Mankato right this instant to see him & I couldn’t wait.
In Real Life: My new tub-time audio book is Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver which features a character with a heart-shaped mole under his eye. Also, I am going to see Jason Isbell in Mankato in FOUR DAYS!
In Dream #1: We see Jason Isbell in Mankato. We also see Lydia Loveless who in my subconscious is married to him. I die from many rock & roll joy orgasms. The concert, however, involves a weird Frat Boy skit in the middle of it, which annoys me, but not as much as the fact that Sister #4 is suddenly at the concert with me and demanding I give her the keys to Ruby so she can leave right that second.
In Real Life: Sister #4 is at the tippy top of my shitlist for reasons that involve 77 kinds of baby-sister entitlement and eldest-sister had enough of that bullshit. Also, I love Lydia Loveless and if she were to perform with Jason Isbell I would die of joygasms.
In Dream #2: Wolfdogg drives me, BFK, and Lydia Loveless back to Shakopee from Mankato. We stop at McDonald’s where I have some issues with the ketchup dispenser & I try to talk to Lydia about writing and being a woman in rock and roll. Also, I call Sister #2 to bitch about Sister #4, but she is too busy to listen to me.
In Real Life: Wolfdogg mentioned at Rock & Roll Bookclub he could drive down to Mankato with Jaycie & I for the Isbell concert. We also discussed how BFK was going to have to fill in for Sister #2 now that she’s totally abandoning me for Portland.
I have no fucking clue what was with all the McDonald’s though. Maybe I was hungry in my sleep?
McDonald’s symbolizes something to your subconscious mind but probably not food. Familiarity? Comfort? Safety? Maybe all that McDonald’s red and yellow represents simple pleasures or joy? I love dreams. The symbolism is often clever, and when you figure it out, quite amusing too.
Interesting. We did eat a lot of McDonald’s when I was a kid. Like more than usual. I bet it has something to do with that.