i had a dream last night where i met a guy and we talked about Daughters and how much i love this album but he liked their earlier stuff more which i still need to check out
I had a dream last night too. It’s incomprehensible... One minute I’m atop some lofty hill staring off into the depths of some gargantuan, sunken desert. The sand is thick and the landscape unfathomably beautiful...seemingly endless. The hill(s) seem to progress some 10,000 feet or so downwards before meeting a continuous point, fading off into the horizon - it’s then I realize that it would take forever to trek through it all; it’s indomitable and quite possibly the personification of futility as i gaze at its staggering depth and length. But before I can fully take in its beauty and massive scope, I’m transported from the fallow, barren desert to some large, unconventional Sears warehouse. From there I find my way to a series of elevators - the one I decide to take is of older fashion and poorly lit, but larger than the conventional elevator. It's lined with carpet and worn, but comfortable couches. There aren't any buttons to operate it so instead I let it take me up some 800 feet or so (I'm assuming), but when it reaches its destination the lights flicker and slowly fade out and are replaced with a radiant blue. I can hear the elevator's support cord snap and sway, but the elevator remains suspended in its spot. Moments later it starts to rotate until the ground and ceiling switch spots; then it hurtles towards the ground at rapid speeds. It makes contact with the ground and collapses in on itself - a sharp piece of metal pierces through my right breast and i can feel the warm blood escaping my body. And then I wake up. Weird, huh?
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Album Rating: 4.0
i like this more than their earlier stuff btw, but its all great really. as for the dreams, not sure what to say other than:
i used to know a girl, she had a dozen guys. one of them found out about it...beat her up so bad she ended up at a hospital on guerrero street.
ha ha ha. what a story, mark.
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