Stray thoughts: 10/18/2017

I had an odd nightmare last night. It was a bit all over the place, but that’s par for the course. 

It felt like I was in my hometown, on a dead end street where a friend used to live. It was night, the only real light was from a street light but that seemed brighter than normal. I wasn’t in my friend’s yard but was in his next door neighbor’s drive way, right under the street light.

I was bending down with a rubber dustpan and a hand held garden rake/cultivator type deal and was trying to sweep up what looked like broken light bulbs. A useless endeavor considering the tools that I had. 

The wind picked up and I heard the low moan of a fire truck off in the distance. I looked up the street and I saw a ghostly figure walking. It looked a bit like a human/adult male form of “Pig pen” from the Charlie Brown cartoons with dirt, leaves, stuff swirling around him. I went back to “sweeping”, and I looked up the road again and the figure was closer. It started to resemble Paul McCartney in a trench coat and hat with a tooth pick, looking a bit like Val Kilmer as  ‘Doc Holiday’ from “Tombstone”. The figure, he/it,  was still full of ghostly gray and white hues. 

I looked back over my shoulder to where my friend’s house should have been. Now I haven’t been in that house since probably around 1983/84, but to my knowledge it’s still there.  The house that was in it’s place was completely different. It was like a mash of up of Modern architecture blended with a bit of a Craftsman Bungalow. The front was rectangle with a dark brown wooden design, it had a built in alcove for the door. Minimal windows on the front, and the house was lined with a rich thicket of shrubs on each side of a stone walk way.  At the top, above the wooden wall there were rectangle windows that lined the front right below the roof, and the roof sloped backwards.It had a big “tiny house” with a twist of California vibe to it.

Inside the windows, there were flickering flames and at that point the siren that was off in the distance was moaning louder. It didn’t seem like it was my house, but I knew it, and I panicked and just ran right through the thick wooden front door knocking it down. Flames littered the interior and that was the point that I woke up, not knowing the end. I didn’t want to know the end. I got out of bed and had to occupy my mind. I remembered it was trash day so I filled the bag under the kitchen counter with all that I could and took it and the trash can out to the curb where the crisp morning air helped wake me up even more. Some dreams you don’t want to revisit. 


The first song this morning was a live version of Robert Earl Keen’s “Feeling Good Again”. 

It reminds me of my hometown, even though there wasn’t really a place to go for live music.

Favorite line:

I wanted you to see ‘em all
I wished that you were there
I looked across the room
And saw you standin’ on the stair
And when I caught your eye
I saw you break into a grin
It feels so good feelin’ good again

The first song for this Tuesday morning is John Cougar Mellencamp’s “Small Town”.

Mellencamp is one of the guys that I go back and forth on about which song I like the most. Sometimes it’s “Small Town”, others it’s “Pink House”, or that old ditty ‘bout “Jack and Diane”. 

Fitting lyric

But I’ve seen it all in a small town
Had myself a ball in a small town

This morning I took the trash bin out to the curb, but the second I stepped outside I smelled this amazing smell. I guess something around the house is blooming, but the smell reminded me of being on a beach with 100′s of bodies covered in suntan lotion and the wind sweeping that into the air. It was nice. 

Stray thoughts

My brain was
active last night. I can recall parts of three dreams. Maybe that’s why I feel
sluggish and am in need of more coffee.

Old Friends
and Good Times

This is the one that I
feel like I recall the least part of, which is unfortunate since it seemed like
the best of the triple feature. It seemed like modern day at an old watering
hole(that is no longer in doing business as the same place). I’m not even sure
what it’s like on the inside of the building at this point but it’s still

We were just sitting
around watching a game, drinking some cold beer and I guess simply being around
each other. Nothing substantial came from it.


This is the odd one. It
was as if I was living in my parents old house and it was like I forgot that I had
two dogs(which would never happen), and I needed to feed them. I couldn’t place the dogs, but when I went
up to where they were, which was in the “sitting room”(I didn’t name
it), off of my parents bedroom which connected their bedroom to their master bath.

When I got up there it was the two dogs I previously had who unfortunately are
only in my memories. I asked them what they wanted to eat, and it’s not like
they responded, but they were happy it was dinner time. For whatever strange
reason I put a small pizza down for the smaller dog, a pug and then the bigger
one more of a mix(American Bulldog/Some form of Mastiff) came over and wanted
some and aggressively was taking it away from him and I woke up scared to
death. Just a fucked up dream. The two pups never knew each other, and the bigger
one was never around another animal, but I can’t imagine him acting that way.
Just a fucked up dream that I hate even typing it out. 

At that point I felt around for the remote and put it back on “Parks and Recreation”  and grabbed my tablet to read some more “Raylan”.  

Get Out Of My
GD Head

While dream
two goes down as the nightmare because it involved animals I loved, this one
goes down as more similar to  my repetitive Crash Davis dream starring someone else. Someone equally bad to dream about.  This one is the one that
pissed me off and I guess forced me to wake up on the wrong side of the bed. 

I won’t go
into details, but I really wish I would stop having them. Wish I could serve an
eviction notice to that part of my brain. Maybe all I need is some clippers, a mirror,
a scalpel, a drill and  wood burning kit.
I’m set right? That should do the trick. 

At  times when you hear a song, it can take you back to the moment that you first heard it, or at times an event that is happening while the song is playing.

Don’t worry this isn’t some sordid tale of me losing my virginity, but the song “Somebody’s Baby” by Jackson Browne always takes me back to watching “Fast TImes at Ridgemont High”.  Each and every time.

It takes me to that scene in the movie where Ron Johnson, Audio Consultant, seduces Staci Hamilton, 15 year old high school girl, in all fairness to Ron the 26 year old douche she did lie to him and say she was 19.

It’s just weird how the mind works. You hear a song and you go back to watching a movie for the first time, for the 15th time. You smell fresh cut grass and you go back to the start of football practice. That smell gives me goose bumps each and every time. Maybe if I were a landscaper, that would have dulled over time, but for me it is still my thermometer for football season(and baseball to an extent) with apologies to Vin Scully.


I guess all of that is partially what makes the song “I Go Back”, by Mini-Kenny Chesney so good. It hits home, because i can close my eyes and “taste the salt on a Carolina shore”. 

That movie has given me a few things over the years. I’m fairly certain that it was the first time I noticed Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers when “American Girl” blared out on the first day of school. I was extremely disappointed when it wasn’t included on the soundtrack.  It introduced to a handful of actors that I’ve liked over the years(Reinhold, Penn, Whitaker). It gave me a different way of looking at baseball dugouts. 

It is simply one of my favorite movies of all time and last but not least, it introduced me to the breathtaking Phoebe Cates .

Pandora took me back to my hometown with Robert Earl Keen’s “Feelin’ Good Again”. While I don’t know Dan & Margarita, I can sub in some names and picture them swaying.  I can also picture a collection of drunk guys signing like they are the “Tabernacle choir”. I can easily picture that. The song just gives me the feeling of walking in to a couple of places back home.

His songs more times than not tell a story and they are easy to visualize. 

Favorite Line/verse:

“And I wanted you to see them all I wished that you were there
I looked across the room and saw you standing on the stair
And when I caught your eye I saw you break into a grin
It feels so good feelin good again”

Yeah I know her too.