[jyl]

Woah, just woke up after a weird one.

I’ve agreed to play a gig with my friend at the jazz club, as the day approaches I realize I need to call him and beg off because I can’t actually play jazz. I’m walking in an area of town with some shops, and I get out my phone and try to call. Then I notice something weird happening in the shop I’m in, a woman is being dismembered except there is no-one doing it, the woman is just laying on the floor coming apart into pieces. I leave the store but people are rushing into it to take selfies with the auto-disassembling body and post or text those to their friends. Cops respond, I walk on, trying to call but I can’t get through, my phone isn’t working and won’t recognize my handwriting or get a signal. As I walk, more gruesome stuff happens, crowds form around it, cops respond. I realize the cops are cutting off the cell signal around where the things are happening to stop the selfie posting crowds, and I have to get away if I’m to call my friend and get out of the jazz gig. I end up at the club around when the gig is starting, then the manager of the club is calling on my phone, but I don’t pick it up and am wandering around, a little bit in the club and a little bit outside. Inside the club there are two friendly big chow chow dogs, they remember me and I pet them, one is hanging on a coat rack. Outside the club, society is falling apart, there are homeless people and cardboard shacks and people selling household stuff on the sidewalk. I lose something from my pocket that is important to me, and think about how this is exactly like the same dream I had before, except the name of my jazz-playing friend is different, this time it is a guy named Mapps who recently won election to city council, last time my friend called me instead of the club manager, the gruesome events are a little different, and the chow wasn’t hanging on the coat hanger before and hadn’t looked so much like a fur coat. I woke up and am trying to figure out if I’ve actually had the dream before - I am pretty sure I have but don’t really trust my mind to distinguish between a memory and a dream memory.

I hope this doesn’t become a recurring dream, or a dream where I dream about a recruiting dream, because the gruesome stuff is unpleasant, even if this time it was more abstract, e.g. the woman was being auto-dismembered instead of having others do it for/to her like last time I “had” the dream.