Marc

Before I go off into academic paper land, here's something to think about, a dream I had last night in one scene:

I'm in a house across the street from the university's English building, it apparently having been moved into a quiet, peaceful neighborhood. I'm listening to a man talk about his hardwood floors and his leather sofa and he looks at me and hollers, "you're scuffing up my white paneling with your jacket, man!" I apologize and look sad, but I notice that there is musical equipment all over the room, like two soundboards, monitors, a drumset, amps, etc. The whole kit and kaboodle. The man with the house stops talking and gives the crowd's (there is a small crowd gathered) attention to Henry Rollins who stands in a pair of biker shorts, and a hooded sweatshirt. He apologizes about the scheduling conflicts he's had lately, and he informs the crowd that they have a show later that night in Chicago and they don't think they'll be able to play this guy's living room because there just isn't that much time to. My friend, Erin, starts tugging on my coatsleeve and tells me that we should get going because we were supposed to have left for philosophy class by now, at which point I look at her and tell her that I'm going to skip today cause I'd like to see what the Rollins Band is going to do -- pay or puss out? She gets mad at me and leaves, I look on the couch in the next room and find Eric and Dan H. from FirstGradeCrush, who are both sitting silently staring at the empty bar in the kitchen. They eventually tell me that they're going to stay, so I walk up to Henry and ask him to just suck it up and get on with the rocking. He sighs and says, "yeah, man, you're totally right. I should just do this, shouldn't I?" I nod in agreement. The band puts their shit together and put on a rock show, at which point I wake up to the sound of someone knocking on my living room door because I have fallen asleep on the couch watching the Discovery Channels' "Complete Story Of Jesus" show.