last night’s dream(s): RCPM & British Halloween

Last night I had two dreams that I remember. I woke up a few times and think I forgot some details, but here’s what I remember.

 

Dream 1: Jim Dalton, lead guitarist for Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers, was sick so I got tapped to sub in for him. Setting up before the show, I desperately tried to remember Dalton’s guitar and pedal setup from the one time I saw them perform live. I could barely remember where he stood on stage. Roger Clyne asked me if I was sure I knew what I was doing and I was all, “duh, of course I do” but I didn’t. Then I remembered that we had roadies so I let them set it up. I spent the rest of the time pre-show by messing around with the drumkit. A smart person would’ve spent that time actually learning the guitar parts.

 

Dream 2: I had a new job in London. It was my first day on the job and my first day in the UK in general. I was on the subway to work. I’m not even sure if London has subways – my entire knowledge of contemporary English culture comes from The IT Crowd, Queer As Folk, The Inbetweeners, and Skins. Oh, and Sherlock. Anyway, there were a bunch of rowdy kids on the subway dressed in weird costumes. Like dressed like monsters and cowboys and stuff. Then I saw adults also dressed this way. I approached a regular-looking woman and asked what was up with the costumes. She explained in a really thick accent that I could barely understand that this was “No Hand-Me-Downs Day” in the UK. Historically, this was a holiday celebrated by wearing clothes no one else has worn. Since then it has devolved into a sort-of British Halloween. We shared a laugh at the irony in the fact that on “No Hand-Me-Downs Day” most of the people got their costumes from thrift shops. (Later, upon awakening, I realized that I had missed an opportunity to zing this woman. I should have asked her to remove her fake teeth so I could understand her better. Then I would have been all Burn Notice! USA: Characters Welcome.) When I got to work (remember, this was my first day), I pretended I was dressed as an American for British Halloween. Everyone was impressed with my ability to do an American accent. I used English idioms but said them in my accent, as I imagined how an English person trying an American accent would do it. Like, instead of “It’s time for lunch,” I’d say, “It’s time for lunch isn’t it” but with an American accent.

 

Armchair psychologists out there: I realize that both these dreams involve me pretending I’m someone I’m not. That’s not lost on me. Don’t overthink it.

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