i’ve been dreaming all sorts of crazy things this week, probably because i’ve been sleeping like a normal person. oh and taking naps. god i love not working. if you hate dream entries, skip it.

so last night i dreamt that i went to see colin meloy of the decemberists, soul asylum, the jayhawks and a bunch of other bands i can’t remember or haven’t heard of. they were playing in some bowling alley. not my bowling alley, but some bowling alley with a bar and a ballroom. they were playing the ballroom. i bought my ticket and went in search of the ballroom. i had a lot of gear with me, my big bag that i love, some books, a notebook. since i couldn’t find the ballroom right away i went to the bathroom. i stepped out of my stall and there was marcus noyes, a kid i went to high school with. he was exactly how he was in high school some 14 years ago.

he said i better hurry because Al was going to go on soon and give a little speech. i have no idea who Al is/was, but i hightailed it to the ballroom. i made it in time to see Al speak. Al is/was a man of some sort, not my friend Al the cutest girl on earth™ or my cousin Al.

anyway i sat on a folding chair next to a card table and listening to Al speak and then colin meloy came on. during the set i got a little cold. why was i cold? because i wasn’t wearing a shirt. i wasn’t embarrassed by shirtlessness at all. it was very matter of fact. hey, can you hand me my shirt, i said to the kid sitting next to me. he must have been about 18. he was not pleased with my desire to put on a shirt. see, he had been holding my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger the whole time.

i had to remove my nipple from his grip before i could go look for a shirt. as i searched for my shirt, dave pirner from soul asylum came out into the crowd to help.

i never did find it. but dave and i had a simply wonderful chat about shirtlessness, writing, and my job.