Just remembered this dream...

I had a dream a couple of nights ago that I was briefly the drummer for Garbage. I had gone to the try-out and I made the cut. This was when I was 16 or so and still in high school. They were an unknown band and I didn't think it was a big deal.

A little time passed and I was informed that the band was going on tour to some small gigs. I couldn't go because my parents said my first commitment was to school. As a result, the band ditched me and Butch Vig stepped in to play the drums himself. He had originally only planned to put the band together and produce it.

The memory of the dream hit me full in the face as I was lumbering to work at 6am that morning. It felt like this was the TRUTH and it was a rediscovered memory that unknown forces were trying to keep from me. I was so convinced of the TRUTH, that I made a mental note to Google it later that day. It then slipped my mind until now.

Googling this memory now...

waiting....

waiting...

waiting..

hmm....tried searches with variations on the words Garbage, band, my name, my given name, etc... and getting a bunch of hits but nothing pointing me down the right path. The unknown forces may have either erased all public knowledge of that time or this occurred in a separate lifetime/reality. I will have to sleep on this.

hmm....I remember a couple of other dreams from two nights ago. I've been dreaming about my work alot lately. Over half of the ones I remember involved work.

I was at my desk typing away on my station. Based on the light, it was probably late evening, but it could have been early morning. Suddenly, a very large black rat slinked by. The lenth of its body easily matched the length of my arm.

Suddenly a large, but slightly smaller white rat walked by in the opposite direction. Lastly, a small brown mouse walked by.

The symbolism and progression of these rodents are too good to pass up.

I immediately had another dream where I was skateboarding down the street and having a good time. Next thing I know my ride ain't going too hot. I'm slowing down and the board is slinking lower in the front. I hop off the board and examine it. The front two wheels are shredded. I have a feeling of blaming someone (I know who, but am too ashamed to admit it).

In the Garbage memory, I had a feeling of blaming my parents for holding me back. I think I gots to go and work out some issues over lunch now.