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DREAM ONE
Last night I had an apparently forgettable dream except for a scene in which two men are driving in the desert in a Cadillac, ostenibly in route to find me. I know instinctually that these men are Time Traveling ‘cops’, although it is unclear whether they are planning to arrest me or are just on some sort of official business.

The men appear somewhat blueish tinted, fairly alien but still human enough to pass – sorta like David Bowie. They are wearing futuristic clothing like the Neutrinos from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and are otherwise quite calm. Striking is that that they appear to be eating giant bars of plain Hershey chocolate and I get the feeling that they were doing this because it’s ‘the thing to do’ when you’re assigned a case on planet Earth. They are making the most of the work they have to do and indulging (even on the job) in some of Earth’s finest delicacies.

This evening I went and bought a Hershey bar from a gas station just in case I need to use it to barter or maybe throw as a distraction and run. What’s particularly interesting about these time traveling men in my dream is that it comes on the same night I watched this short educational film about comprehending the 10th dimension:

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The movie had a strong affect on me, and I even went so far as to write this message on Twitter based on a real event that night: “It feels really good to ride a scooter down a big hill, yelling: ‘universe, please allow me to fork into a more positive & peaceful reality’”. So perhaps the Time Traveling men in my dream were interested in talking to me regarding my forking experiments.

DREAM TWO
So I am writing this just after having woke up at 2 in the morning from another dream. I was standing outside of a bar when a monkish bum approaches me and begins to talk about how he is a Christian and battles demons on a regular basis. I am completely skeptical of the dude, but he starts to tell me about how he has a very dangerous job of taking on evil entities & allowing them to host inside of his body so that he can battle them internally. He shows me one of the demons that is currently inside of him by revealing its ‘horns’ – that is, he bends over a bit and puts his hands to his temples and I watch as his forehead starts to expand & bulge. A ring of black nubs (multiple horns) appear around the front part of his brain and he explains to me in a possessed voice all about the particular demon type that carries those signature horns.

He puts the horns away slowly and three men brush past us and into the bar. The bum tells me that the men are currently possessed with some sort of entity that controls all of them but that they don’t realize it. He tells me exactly what demonic entity they are under the influence of – but I can’t remember that exact detail. I do remember him saying that they just thought there were being ‘psychadelic’, so a part of me feels that maybe they were on a drug of some sort … although I also felt like they were planning on doing something malicious in the bar.

I tell the bum that I need to walk but that I would actually really like to hear more about his spiritual warfare, so he agrees to wander down the street with me. We enter into a Denny’s that is mostly deserted and we end up sitting in a booth where the table has not yet been cleared. The server comes out to us and I try to order something simple but my demon-fighting friend keeps ordering multiple items off the menu and confusing our server. I stop talking but by this time our waiter is pissed at trying to figure out if the Christian bum is really trying to order a ton of stuff or is intoxicated, so he says “Out! I’m calling the drunk tank on you guys” and leaves our table for the back kitchen area. I try to explain that my compadre is *special* but don’t know how to say it without sounding like I’m drunk myself. Then I wake up.

Tim has a great new band idea which he called Time Travel Club. One aspect reminded me a lot of this John Cage video called ‘Water Walk’. I especially love all the stuff having to do with radio’s and unions.

Waking up this morning, I feel like I can retire from music and feel complete. Last night I played a completely improvised set with my band ‘Beast, Please Be Still’ as part of the Cumulus Festival (three days of various forms of post rock). I was a little nervous about going out there and I am sure there were a lot of people who didn’t know what to make of it, but I had absolutely amazing time just letting the joyful noise take over me. At one point I started singing the words from “Celebration” at another point I let this strange gutteral ‘hahahahahaha!’s take over and I literally felt like I was speaking in tongues.

So it’s good to know that someone out there enjoyed the experience, and in fact, I think they nailed the sound and experience we were shooting for. Check out this music review, it has to be one of the best one’s I’ve ever received:

Beast, Please Be Still
Remember when Igor Stravinsky wrote “Le Sacre du Printemps (The Rite of Spring)” and then it got played live and people rioted? Well, there were no riots tonight (hey, we have a new president, everything is great!), but the performance of BPBS was basically just as envelope-pushing as that magnificent piece of work (not the ballet part, apparently that sucked. just the music.). The five gentlemen (plus two guest musicians) in BPBS played guitar, violin, bass, drums, yelling, baritone sax, soprano sax, electric melodica-looking thing (electric sax???), trombone, maybe a baritone horn and some weird percussion like a hunk of metal bashed on with a metal rod wrapped with fifteen rolls of electrical tape (give or take 14 rolls). The whole time they were playing, my forehead was all scrunched up. Just like Le Sacre du Printemps, you wonder if they are just tuning up and testing out their instruments or if these are actual songs. I didn’t even recognize when they started playing. Their music is some sort of tribal chaos with tendencies toward funk and avant jazz. How do they remember how the songs go? How do these songs make sense? The saxophone player had a wonderful jumpsuit on. If they all had the same outfit, they would make the perfect replacement for the Star Wars Cantina Band. So ahead of it’s time that it might have come from the future. In the chaos, the drummer was slapping his drums with his hands, the violinist shredded half of his bow up, and the whole place felt confused. This is what I expected from the Cumulus Festival! Awesome!

Here’s some audio from last night, recorded by Tiffany on www.hollowearthradio.com

1st Movement
2nd Movement
3rd Movement

When we first started Hollow Earth Radio one of the first live shows we had was called the ‘One Bean Taco’ show. A few months into our broadcasts, Joseph was googling for images of ‘one bean tacos’ and found an album by an artist named Victoria Galinksy, “One Bean Taco To Go”.

We ended up looking up the music and really liking it and eventually started collecting more and more of it. Soon the word at the station about this person started to spread and people began trying to contact her and find out more about her background.

Here are some amazing videos she’s posted on her website – YOU MUST WATCH THESE! I can totally see the thing with the crystal happening here in Seattle, it makes *perfect* sense to me.

Above all, I am happy to announce that this year at our annual Magma Festival fundraiser Victoria Galinsky will be playing a show at the final party on March 28th! We’re all so pumped to finally meet her and see her perform live! Check out her website www.victoriagalinsky.com to find out how to get some of her albums; you can also preview some of the tracks and get a taste of how creative and infectious her tunes are.

I’ll be having a Spirit Animal birthday party on my birthday this year, and now there is an official invite thanks to my friend Casey Sagisi. It is highly preferred that you come dressed as a spirit animal and/or ready to find yours if you two haven’t been formally introduced yet. Drum circle is a definite – bring one. Oh, and the final “B” in BYOB stands for Bring Your Own Bedouin, but I guess you could bring some beer too.

I’m a big fan of the Ocarina iPhone application put out by Smule, but I like where their Zephyr app is going even better.

“With this app, users can express thoughts by writing or drawing on a snow covered screen. Zephyr senses every touch and tilt to supplement each message with a unique wind sound, creating a unique visual and audio story. Users can release their snow and wind compositions into the atmosphere. These messages ultimately land in the hands of people across the globe.”

I believe the reason I am so drawn to it is because it resonates with some new ideas that are floating around about a new phase of software. I have been trying to think about different kinds of #spiritware and what defines this new field of computing. One way I boiled it down is by asking “What Would Jesus Code”? Now, I know that’s an annoying slogan to borrow from, but I think it’s actually an interesting idea if you stop to think about it.

One way I answered the question on twitter is:

“I would like to think jesus software would be more parable & less procedure; more poem over problem solving.”

For instance: Though I’ve never played it, I am guessing that D&D is more than a twelve-sided die and a set of rules; likewise, I am interested in software where the ‘heart’ of the program exists in the users mind. In the case of the Zephyr program, there is not really a *point* to the game – the majority of the experience of the game is the persons relationship with the application, the mystery of an incoming *message*, the interpretation and wonder w/ it.

Just as Jesus turned away from the huge ruleset’s of his ancestors, the monolithic rituals and customs of the past – perhaps we too should stray from from our design patterns and algorithms and allow the bulk of the core application to actually rest within the hearts and minds of our users.

Last night I dream that I was part of a troupe of folks who toured with a traveling carnival as performers. Heavy in the air was a feeling that this was going to be the last year it was going to happen. I’ve noticed that the idea of the Carnival about to close down, or the street parade that is doing it’s last celebration is a strong theme in my dreams for the past couple of years. They also seem to correlate to dreams in which there is a stabbing. Here are at least two dreams that I’ve written about on my blog that have to do with that:

‘Stabbing Dream

After I was bandaged, Amber and I walked out of the carnival, where she asked the woman guarding the entrance for a hair tie. The woman said “You’re the seventh person who’s asked for a rubber band”. The woman had her son run back into the shack and fetch one. As we walked out into the street with the crowd, I noticed rapidly generating cloud formations that were shaped like bird footprints in the sand. Then I noticed large ice crystals falling from the sky. The word “chemtrails” hushed among the crowd. I picked up one of the contaminated crystals, and saw that they weren’t just solid ice but actually small branches with barely fruited blossoms and large decorative seeds completely covered in frozen crystals.

and Batman Signal (and the year of the dragon)

I am wandering around an unfamiliar city; it is my one night together with Faith and we have broken away from my crowd of friends to explore. The city is nightlife intensive, almost as if Mardi Gras is taking place – people yelping down the sidewalk with sparklers, the whole town buzzing with energy.
I see a black dragon chasing the bat, swirling and dodging between the clouds. It is very active, not necessarily violent – but there is no doubt that the one is in pursuit of the other.

I am in a state of utter shock. It takes me a minute to gather the courage to utter what it is I am seeing, but I finally manage to get the words out. She looks at me calmly with no external response, so I say “Isn’t that fucking weird? What the hell is going on? There is a fucking black dragon chasing a bat up there!” She takes my arm and says “It’s hard being a person that sees those sort of things, but it is so common for me. All that it really means is that we should get out of here, ” – and she leads me away.

Anyway, there was not much I could remember from my dream other than I woke up out of it feeling very heavy. One key point was a fellow talking to me while floating in a water tank. He said he had been experimenting and figured out that if he just let his body relax in the water and remained perfectly still, the direction that he would move in the water could be mapped to places in his body that needed healing.

For some reason, while we traveled on the road with this carnival, we stayed in really dingey hotel rooms. So there was also a part in which I was really drunk in my hotel room and I called this radio tech guy I know, and left a drunken message on his voicemail and a drum jam. I would do anything to figure out how to hack into the dream voicemail of this guy and replay the message I left him.

Maybe I should write him and see if he got any weird voicemails last night.

urban mushrooms

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I am in San Francisco this week for MacWorld so I don’t have a lot of time to blog, but wanted to put up this photo I took of toadstools magically growing on the paved streets of the city. Interesting that pigeon shit appears to be the major factor in their manifestation.