and old dream...

i just found this old dream from march 8, 2007...

walking home along the river bank. a man with longer blonde hair is walking ahead of me. we start talking. it turns out he's jim morrison. he's sort of dismissive towards me, but i can tell he is secretely glad for the company (although he won't admit it). he's walking a few steps ahead of me, but at the same pace, as we talk. i ask him what it feels like, they're currently at their peak. "it must be a trip..." he goes into a house, i can see through the door, a band is set up in the living room, getting ready to jam. this guy pete that i know - used to work with at c'est what in toronto - in sitting at the drum kit. they're in the main floor of a house. i walk away and can hear from the apartment above them, heavy metal music playing. then i hear pete's drum sick cracking together, "one, two, one, two three..." and the doors start playing. i'm in a bar. it's in a basement. it's busy. kind of an exposed brick, dark, dungeony sort of a basement bar. people in there. two older ladies are in their. must to be to see a band or dj that is one of their sons/daughters or nieces/nephews. they are making a complicated order from me, and i'm getting confused. "two teas, one half full, sugar on the side, milk on the side, two spoons..." but she keeps saying it differently. she asks me if i know somebody named crystal. i say no, i don't think so. sarah is there, she says that i do know her. i don't remember. i say to her and the old lady, "i don't know who i know, you know who i know." other things happen in the bar. somebody calls me over to where the dj is set up. there is a huge spill on the floor, under the turntables. the dj is andrea, who i used to know - she was the booking person at the reverb in toronto. the two older ladies are sitting at the table nearest the dj booth. one of them has a beer and the half-full mug of tea. the other a full tea. other stuff is going wrong, i have to deal with problems. i'm not stressed though, just dealing with it all. at one point, and i can't remember when this happened, sarah and i are talking about the doors. (maybe it's because i told her i was talking to jim, i don't know.) i can hear "love me two times..." and she tells me it was about his cousin (a guy), that this song was some secret about his forbidden-incestual-gay love. i don't think that's true. i tell her that is probably one of those silly rumors that get started and spread around. somebody tells me the dj is going to get fired, and the bar manager (marc, my current bar manager) has been screwing her over, and that she won't be happy because her night as already been moved from saturdays to fridays to thursdays and back to fridays, and she's getting paid less than she was... more stuff i can't remember...