Ok I really have nothing to blog about to day so I am going to give you my dreams....the ones I had last night. I
rarely remember my dreams but for some reason these two distinct episodes have remained in my brain....so I
figured I'd put them in black and white.
Dream 1: So I am up in Buffalo somewhere going to a Primitive Tool show in some kind of a remodeled roller
skating rink(very open and dome shaped room). As soon as I walk in I see Nicole Whitwood standing around and
she looks right through me and acts like she doesn't know who I am. So I dismiss that and walk over to the bar and
order a cranberry/orange juice and a Yuengling bottle. The juice is completely separate by color inside the bottle
so I shake it which doesn't change a thing. Then I take another look just to be sure I am not confused and the juices
are still completely separated. I decide not to drink it and throw it in some kind of trash tub with lots of bubble wrap
in it. So I take my beer and go over to the stage to talk to the guys in the band and find only Dan Cline around
setting up the speakers. He has really long straight hair and he has very little to say to me. All of a sudden I am on
some residential city street standing at street level looking over a good size creek that flows under the road. Then
my dad and George Cretekos show up in wet suits carrying rubber inter tubes. They announce they are going to
raft down the creek and then they just get in the creek and start rafting. George is out of sight almost immediately
while my dad tubes down the creek alot slower. My mother and Paula Miller show up with my dogs and we all start
walking down the creek bed following the rafters and Mom is videotaping the whole thing. My dog Briar is acting
very drunk and keeps almost drowning then trying to climb under these big rocks. Paula and my mom go into some
kind of giant sluice pipe and I stay behind. They come back up the creek very shortly because Paula fell and hurt
her leg. Mom helps her walk and they tell me they are heading back to Better Days. The next thing I know Austin
Hunt is there and we are in someone's fenced in back yard trying to figure out how to get out. Some dude with a
beard comes up to us and tells us to get out of the area because the cops are looking for us. I think I hear a
helicopter overhead. Then I wake up.
So its about five a.m and I get out of bed and think about that dream, put some wood on the fire, and look for some
water. I'm dying of thirst from the dry heat but I have no water left, only a bottle of Riesling so I drink a little wine and
go back to bed. Another mouse is running around my bed room which keeps me awake for a while. So I set the
hav-a-hart trap and go back to sleep.
Dream 2: I'm home clearing brush and either the Captain or his brother Mike show up and ask if I care if Jimmy
drives through my land to get to the McKinley camp. Since this is defiantly not the easiest way to get to their camp I
question why and add that my driveway is a mud pit that most 4x4's couldn't get through. They say no problem they
really need to go this way so I say fine and good luck. Jimmy shows up driving Mike Hennessy's Lumina(I saw the
license plate) and goes crashing down the road, sideswiping trees and driving like a madman. He makes it for a
little bit but I think he got stuck somewhere out of sight. I get distracted by the sound of snowmobiles and in the
driveway three really old haggard looking men on snowmobiles pull in and park. They just stare at me and say
nothing for a few minutes. Finally I ask
"What are old timers doing?"
"Shut the hell up and mind your own business" one snaps back.
"No offense sir but I own the property and would like to know what you are doing here, especially since you are
riding snowmobiles and there isn't any snow??" I ask.
"Don't worry about us kid just shut the hell up and leave us alone" another guys says.
At this point I am pretty well flustered and can't figure out what the hell these people are doing here telling me to
shut the hell up and not to question anything. There are lots of questions I want answered.
"Well you guys are going to have to get out of here or I'll call the cops" I tell them and get another harsh shut up
and leave them alone.
"Captain get those knifes and bring them out to me so I can cut these mothers up" I yell out in hopes this scares
them away. It doesn't work at all.
My dad shows up and starts asking the same questions and gets the same answers. Before long he is pissed off
and getting into these old guys face demanding answers. One of the old guys hits him over the head with some
kind of object which brings him to his knees, using one of the snowmobiles for support. I'm standing there looking at
this scene wondering what will happen. Then I wake up.
Anyone who can give me any idea what these bizarre dreams mean please shoot me a message. I hope I am not
going insane.
I talked to Jim Knapp and we are hoping to book a Headbangers Ball for December. We had one early this year and
it was a real party with lots of Van Halen, AC/DC, and other great 80's rock in roll. Stay tuned.....here's a pic of
some real ranchers.....
rarely remember my dreams but for some reason these two distinct episodes have remained in my brain....so I
figured I'd put them in black and white.
Dream 1: So I am up in Buffalo somewhere going to a Primitive Tool show in some kind of a remodeled roller
skating rink(very open and dome shaped room). As soon as I walk in I see Nicole Whitwood standing around and
she looks right through me and acts like she doesn't know who I am. So I dismiss that and walk over to the bar and
order a cranberry/orange juice and a Yuengling bottle. The juice is completely separate by color inside the bottle
so I shake it which doesn't change a thing. Then I take another look just to be sure I am not confused and the juices
are still completely separated. I decide not to drink it and throw it in some kind of trash tub with lots of bubble wrap
in it. So I take my beer and go over to the stage to talk to the guys in the band and find only Dan Cline around
setting up the speakers. He has really long straight hair and he has very little to say to me. All of a sudden I am on
some residential city street standing at street level looking over a good size creek that flows under the road. Then
my dad and George Cretekos show up in wet suits carrying rubber inter tubes. They announce they are going to
raft down the creek and then they just get in the creek and start rafting. George is out of sight almost immediately
while my dad tubes down the creek alot slower. My mother and Paula Miller show up with my dogs and we all start
walking down the creek bed following the rafters and Mom is videotaping the whole thing. My dog Briar is acting
very drunk and keeps almost drowning then trying to climb under these big rocks. Paula and my mom go into some
kind of giant sluice pipe and I stay behind. They come back up the creek very shortly because Paula fell and hurt
her leg. Mom helps her walk and they tell me they are heading back to Better Days. The next thing I know Austin
Hunt is there and we are in someone's fenced in back yard trying to figure out how to get out. Some dude with a
beard comes up to us and tells us to get out of the area because the cops are looking for us. I think I hear a
helicopter overhead. Then I wake up.
So its about five a.m and I get out of bed and think about that dream, put some wood on the fire, and look for some
water. I'm dying of thirst from the dry heat but I have no water left, only a bottle of Riesling so I drink a little wine and
go back to bed. Another mouse is running around my bed room which keeps me awake for a while. So I set the
hav-a-hart trap and go back to sleep.
Dream 2: I'm home clearing brush and either the Captain or his brother Mike show up and ask if I care if Jimmy
drives through my land to get to the McKinley camp. Since this is defiantly not the easiest way to get to their camp I
question why and add that my driveway is a mud pit that most 4x4's couldn't get through. They say no problem they
really need to go this way so I say fine and good luck. Jimmy shows up driving Mike Hennessy's Lumina(I saw the
license plate) and goes crashing down the road, sideswiping trees and driving like a madman. He makes it for a
little bit but I think he got stuck somewhere out of sight. I get distracted by the sound of snowmobiles and in the
driveway three really old haggard looking men on snowmobiles pull in and park. They just stare at me and say
nothing for a few minutes. Finally I ask
"What are old timers doing?"
"Shut the hell up and mind your own business" one snaps back.
"No offense sir but I own the property and would like to know what you are doing here, especially since you are
riding snowmobiles and there isn't any snow??" I ask.
"Don't worry about us kid just shut the hell up and leave us alone" another guys says.
At this point I am pretty well flustered and can't figure out what the hell these people are doing here telling me to
shut the hell up and not to question anything. There are lots of questions I want answered.
"Well you guys are going to have to get out of here or I'll call the cops" I tell them and get another harsh shut up
and leave them alone.
"Captain get those knifes and bring them out to me so I can cut these mothers up" I yell out in hopes this scares
them away. It doesn't work at all.
My dad shows up and starts asking the same questions and gets the same answers. Before long he is pissed off
and getting into these old guys face demanding answers. One of the old guys hits him over the head with some
kind of object which brings him to his knees, using one of the snowmobiles for support. I'm standing there looking at
this scene wondering what will happen. Then I wake up.
Anyone who can give me any idea what these bizarre dreams mean please shoot me a message. I hope I am not
going insane.
I talked to Jim Knapp and we are hoping to book a Headbangers Ball for December. We had one early this year and
it was a real party with lots of Van Halen, AC/DC, and other great 80's rock in roll. Stay tuned.....here's a pic of
some real ranchers.....
