A vivid recreation of my familiar environment, complete with details a conscious brain would omit. Stunning and complex, a movie set created by imagination peppered with a dash of real-life trauma experienced a couple of hours prior. Fire and smoke. Helicopters and children rescuing infants. Extended family introductions. Climbing up and up and up only to find zip lines and explosions.
Thanks to the handy interweb, I was able to enter many of the keywords of the previous semi-paragraph into the Google machine. Upon striking the enter key, I found the meaning of life within .07 seconds (approximately 2.9 millions results).
Dreaming about earthquakes apparently means that I'm about to lose control and that my life is on shaky ground. It may or may not indicate that I'm worried about money issues. Whatevs. I'm never worried about money (I can't believe that I just paid $10 for a damn 20oz beer in the airport -- that's an entire six-pack and a big grab and maybe a tornado roller if they are on sale!) Yada, yada, yada... It goes on to say that I'm about to experience some spiritual upheaval and that I might be sexually frustrated (what?!?!)
Regardless of what lord Google tells me, I think I do have a pretty good idea of why that spectacular dream occurred when it did and what the meaning truly is. I think it means that my life is on shaky ground, and I'm about to experience some spiritual upheaval... and it's been a few minutes since I've had a girlfriend. HA! Take that, so-called dream experts with your crystals and incense and crazy cat lady friends.
I've made a few decisions in my life as of late. In no particular order:
DO STUFF THAT MAKES ME HAPPY.
What, pray tell?
1) Go to New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival
2) Spend the summer in Colorado, gigging, recording, being creative and saving coin. Maybe a camping trip here or there and a well deserved seat at Red Rocks for Soundgarden and The Mars Volta.
3) ROAD TRIP---->
4) To California. First stop, Carlsbad for 10 days of surfing, eating incredible Mexican food and spending time with one of my best bros and his soon to be bride.
5) Northward toward San Francisco. Detour to Napa Valley to hang with mom and consume massive quantities of salumi, sour-dough and vino. All al fresco, of course.6) California Brazil Camp
7.1) Finally learn to read music well enough for a:
7.2) Cruise Ship Gig
8) South America (Peru, Ecuador, Brazil)
8.1) Carnival in Rio De Janeiro
9) KoSA Cuba
10) Resume the pursuit of learning a second language
10.67) Fail miserably
11) File bankruptcy and take a job in a tool and die shop tooling and dying
11.1127) Get mini-van
Ambitious? Yes. Impossible? No. I'm left to my own facilities with this grand plan. All that keeps me from accomplishing my self-made dream drum trip of a lifetime is, well, me. If I had a trust fund or $100,000 sitting in the bank, this all would be relatively easy. Of course I don't and what would be the fun and adventure in that anyway** I think I've figured out how to come across the money to fund my trip. It's simply a matter of winning the lottery and milking a lot of kittens.
I'll post blogs and pics and I'll provide running commentary along the way. I'll make fun of people but never as much as myself and I'll ALWAYS be talking about food -- even though I'm endeavoring to drop some 10-year old lbs before surf camp. Anybody that would like to join me along the way is welcome -- particularly if you are of the female persuasion. I'm not scary but I'm really, really, really uncomfortably creepy and I smell pretty bad most of the time because I think farting is funny.
No pics due to my slow internet connection at Louis Armstrong Airport in New Orleans, LA. Step 1, accomplished.
**If anybody to sponsor Damon's drum trip around the world, please feel free to contact me via pigeon courier. I'll accept cash and cash.
Orevwa
