John Mayer Dreams

Lately I've been having very vivid dreams that seem, well, completely normal and real. Sometimes it's hard to distinguish between those dreams and actual memories. But though the scenarios change each time, a similar situation is common to all of them. This morning I woke up in a daze and fell back to sleep. It seems that after you wake up once and go back to sleep, your dreams become easier to remember. For some reason I went to Davis. It was like a cross between going for MUN and going for a TR showcase. I went and carried my acoustic with me. I vaguely recall being asked to play two of my songs and a cover of some Matt Nathanson song. Now that I think about it that was a rather arrogant thing to dream about, especially since I never actually got any feedback about my stuff. Anyway, I also had to take care of some younger kids in high school that went with to Davis, and somehow we ended up in a huge arcade. They were called back at 4:10 and I waited for a friend of mine who showed up at 4:29. I actually remember having a conversation regarding these times later at 5:32, which is why I know them so precisely. After that we went to the dining hall where most of us were eating. It required formal attire, so I put on my white jacket in a hurry. Someone soon called out to me and made me realize that I had forgotten to take off my beanie. I was also carrying two backpacks and a soft guitar case with the guitar outside in my hand. I stuffed the back rucksack into my more stylish backpack, and put the guitar back into the carrying bag. There were two tables close to each other where I could've sat. I chose the closer one, though I wanted to be at the other table. After a while I sighed. This time again, my existence isn't going to be acknowledged. I was being ignored again. It didn't feel very nice. There was a red dress, cream of mushroom soup, and white plastic rectangular tables. Strange how I get inspired by these sorts of things.

At least in my dreams I want to experience some pleasant memories. I guess when you're dreaming John Mayer style, all you get are sad premonitions instead.

I want a six pack.