I Wonder Who Was Hook?

[barkinmad]

I just had a dream about the Monkees. Basically, they were doing a charity production of Peter Pan (Micky was Peter Pan, obviously?!?) and I was working behind the scenes as a techie or something. We were in this huge abandoned multi-storied barnyard in Africa or something. It pretty much started out while the guys were performing, and I was hanging out at the table in front of the "stage" working with the music equipment. They took a break and Micky came over asking if there was any way I could make the music more "mescaline". Of course, I had no idea what that meant, but I told him that I'd try and then proceeded to fiddle around with all the knobs on the machine. I twisted something, but then it just turned out to be the radio dial, and we started getting static D: He said it was okay but I was still kind of disappointed that I couldn't help.

Then, for some reason, me and the other techies (some of them were RL friends... I think) had to go upstairs to get something, but there was an open spot in the roof where Davy was sunbathing, and we had already gotten in his way once, so we all scurried past him in the hopes that he wouldn't notice. Of course, I was wearing my fuggs, and I accidentally tripped over his feet. Nothing really came of it, but I was the only one wearing shoes, so of course it had to be me.

Further along in our journey, we walked past Mike talking to the coordinator about the charity aspect of the project. There were a bunch of sick kids in beds on the second floor, so I guess it was for a hospital? The weird thing about this was that no matter how much I knew otherwise and didn't want to, I couldn't help but see him as his 23 year old self with the wool hat. I knew what he actually looked like, it's just not what I saw...

And then I saw Peter while he was getting something from the fridge, and me and my friends were in the kitchen. My dreams are usually in third person and shot like films, so the scene actually opened up with Peter taking something from the fridge, closing the door and walking away, with me behind the door having just talked to him or something. I was telling my friends how awesome this set-up was, because they didn't have any reason to think I was a fan, so they weren't treating me as such. It was also awesome because I loved the job so much. Obviously, this was the cue for my boss to appear and tell me that I was fired. "I'm going to go kill myself, see you guys next Tuesday."

I also had a slightly more realistic dream set on campus, but it wasn't nearly as interesting. So I guess that's what's happening in my subconscious right now.


P.S. Okay, this is getting a little annoying. Does anyone know who to fix my spatial layout problem?