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(Dream) Encounter with Morrison,Santana,Joplin and Baby Spice.

by Aaron Howard

It starts out with me walking up to a old run down 50's gas station... I see a girl I've known since high school washing cars for drug money... We hug.. speak a brief hello and I walk into the side of the gas station..
I walk inside through the side door in the garage bay and through a glass door into the station lobby, they have an old soda stand. I hop a squat and a friend of mine comes in, a guy named Kelp... Jim Morrison is the behind the soda bar.. He pours me a highball of bourbon and welcomes me back. He looks at kelp with a rage in his eye but doesn’t acknowledge him being there, like he's in Junkie denial. Kelp and I start talking about money and friends but Kelp starts begging me for cash.. and Jim gets mad, I can tell by his body language.. I truthfully tell kelp that I know he's a junkie.. but Jim gets a little offensive and Kelp and Jim start exchanging words, something about not bringing friends into your addictions. I have a dagger sitting in front of me, a boot knife of sorts.. I focus on it as they keep exchanging words like I'm trying to avoid interjecting into the conversation. I turn to kelp explaining that I wouldn't let him borrow 100 bucks, but I'd give him 25 if he was hurting.. Jim gets mad at me for even contemplating offering him money and says ‘You’re not spending your money here. He walks up to a painting on the wall and goes behind it and pulls out some wadded cash. I refuse and he ends up dumping it in my drink and flipping the glass over.. Money trapped under the ice cubes. Jim and Kelp start to argue and Jim hops over the bar and ends up throwing kelp out the front plate glass window behind me... Then it all changes to a darker dilapidated gas burned husk of the gas station/soda bar.. The insides have now been gutted and blackened by a fire I'm guessing..
I walk out what used to be the front door, and I see that its cloudy.. dark black and light purple clouds. The sky is of a light orange color. I hear thunder, so I walk to my right and look around the corner.. I see this wicked lighting.. almost like a fusion ball, gapping and jumping from the clouds into the sky.. I watch as I feel a storm coming on in awe at the wicked display of lightning.. I think to myself this must be a dream since I can't come up with some good lightning or thunder since the thunder is off beat.. I focus as I see the hint of snow.. as I focus on it, It begins to snow like a blizzard almost blinding as I look at the sky.. I turn to the gas station only to see it run down and in tatters...
I walk around the side and I see three friends of mine that I haven’t seen since high school standing inside the building.. I call them all three by name, even though they all don't look anything like I once knew them... Dave, Anna and Janis Joplin standing around waiting for their next fix. I can tell by their itchy demeanor.. like they'd jump me if we didn’t know each other as friends back in the day.. We all exchange hugs and smiles and I look over to where I was sitting before with kelp and Jim and see that the building is a burned husk with that broken window still in the front.. I inside dividing walls are all gone now. I see the dagger sitting on the ground still...rusted yet shiny in a ball of barbed wire.. I ask them Where am I and they reply Canada like in shock that I don’t know..
I walk back up to the area where the bar was, remembering my conversation with kelp.. I turn to see the garage part of the gas station has now disappeared. Just a broken wall with an opening to the snowy sky. A brown Nissan truck pulls up.. and an older Latino man steps out with black curly hair... He laughs and says Wow.. been a hard time, huh? I joking reply, yeah.. It even took the cigarette store with it... I can recognize him as Carlos Santana.. He says, that the lord works in mysterious ways and invites me in for a drink..
I follow him around the front of the gas station, and past a wooden fence..
I recognize this as the old house we used to hang out at.. He walks in the first door on my right, but for some reason I know that we're really entering the next door.. A woman named Maria stands out in the cold with me waiting for Santana to unlock the door from the inside..
The screen door folds from the middle, much like a sliding closet door.. We enter.. I walk into the hallway and their are people everywhere.. like this is a house party. there are posers lining the wall as well as pictures everywhere..
As we walk up the stairs, I can hear people commenting on Maria and how much of a junkie she is.. She turns and gives them the finger and starts cursing them in Spanish.
As get to the top of the stairs and I see all these different posters.. but one in particular strikes my attention.. Like I haven’t seen it in over a decade..
I focus on this poster.. Which is of blue hue with a bunch of poorly drawn, almost scary looking kids with blue crayon hair and skin and these red eyes, reminding me of the fireballs in Mario brothers, cigarettes hanging from their mouths, It's a band poster.. for a band called Alone One.. the words below it read.. Bored, Drunk.. Alone. Its like I've known this band for a long time and with my focus on this poster.. I remember having sex with this girl in high school.
I see the poster on the wall of this blonde girl. She’s living in a house with hardwood floors and white high ceilings. She's naked and talking on the phone upon her white sheet bed. I look around the room as I lounge on her bed. She reminds me of Baby spice from the spice girls. Blonde hair, in a bun. Blue eyes, pale complexion, little bit chunky, British accent. She hangs up the phone and we exchange witty banter about her boyfriend and how she's never been on top. I jokingly tell her, I'd love her to be on top of me sometime. She replies that she'd love it too.. She’s playing with herself as she comments that she doesn’t stink anymore and offers to let me have a sniff from her fingers.. I wake up..

11/04/2003

Author's Note: I had this dream on a overcast morning hearing the jet engines roar from my local air force base.. which was proabbly the inspiration for the storm.. The Musical gods being in this dream shocked me, almost like I was Gump in my dream... all these friendships and tragic happenings of Junkies. I had to write this one down.. I crawled out of bed just to share this one with you.

Posted on 11/04/2003
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