Odd Dreams

I've thought about blogging this here for over a month because I've been having these strangely specific, vivid dreams revolving around OddTour.

Over a month ago, and I wish I'd written this down... like I said I was going to blog about it but didn't... I had a dream about being in England for OddTour where I was running around trying to meet up with everyone. First person I met was Wings of Fire (Joe) and we ran around the streets of London in the overcast, rainy dusk trying to find the rest of the group. We somehow ended up on this elevator to nowhere, which seemed to be broken because all of the buttons were missing and the only way to get where you wanted to go was to pry the doors open manually when the thing was at the floor you wanted to get off at and jump out, while it was still moving.


Just last night I guess I dreamed "part 2" of the London Encounter. I was at the airport, again with Joe, and Hobo (Charlie) and Max (Wil) were there to get us. Going through customs was taking forever so we all snuck around through the baggage transport system which dumped us all out in some odd city-center with cobblestone roads. Eventually we ended making it to Max's flat where he lived by himself and put us all up for the night, and I sat in his breakfast nook listening to him complain about how his TV was messed up with blue lines running across the screen. I told him it was a simple blue cathode adjustment and was going to show him how to fix it himself with the back cover off, when other members I don't remember started showing up.

That's all I remember other than we all for some reason ended up on the run from something or someone; running down alleys and through shops and down streets.

Very strange.