Dream recall time again

I'm trying to read the print, but it's doing that dream thing of constantly rearranging every time I try to concentrate on it.

27 Sep 2002

So I'm working really late at my work here in Melbourne, and need something to keep me awake.

I discover there's a McDonalds on the same floor as me, staffed by two women from the design team here.

They say they're out of most everything, but do have thick shakes. I buy one, although I'm a bit leery cos don't they have talcum powder in them or something??

Then Amanda (my girlfriend) shows up and the two of us start talking to the design/McDonalds staff about how Wellington is really much MUCH smaller than Melbourne, and that no one really understands that.

Then we walk out of McDonalds and are on the Hutt Road, in a car, but also flying into Welli. Sorta.

I'm feeling pretty tired and jet lagged, but we wander into Te Aro park and there's this big dance party going on.

I see Mikee from Loop and ask how things are going. He uncharacteristically says that everything sucks, because he spent up big at the Manitoba gig and is feeling seedy and broke.

I turn to watch the act that's playing, and turn back to see that Mikee is now sitting right at the top of the big sloping roof (!?) of the Oaks next to the park.

I wonder what's up with that, but he smiles and waves, so I know he's OK up there.

Amanda has a couple of kids with her and they're keen for an ice cream.

I suggest we head up Cuba St. We go along Taranaki and step through a doorway that comes out in the back of Slowboat Records.

They've rearranged everything and painted the walls blue.

It's nice. I wonder if Paul B's working there, and see him through this strange archway, but he keeps sort of just looking out from the back and then ducking away.

I figure I'll talk to him later, and go to the massive Funk Soundtracks section.

There's this 4 LP set of stuff from some blaxploitation flick I've never heard of, but I vaguely recognise the first song, and the dudes on the back look like the Isley Brothers, so I figure it's probably worth the $60.

I'm trying to read the print, but it's doing that dream thing of constantly rearranging every time I try to concentrate on it.

Alarm clock time.