strange dream
i'm at some sort of gathering, its in the bush but there's a log cabin plush restaurant type structure where steve kilbey is about to play in the garden, out he appears guitar in hand, just as the sun is going down, a small group watch and cheer and clap, he plays a few tunes, all brilliant, new stuff, some old, we all laugh and clap at his jokes and stories. glen and i have taken some mescal and we are giggling as steve sends us a knowing wink.
afterwards we head into a room and smoke some spliffs and there's lots of laughter chatter and weird stuff going on, time seems to pass. i awake to the dawn, steve, walks out and climbs on top of the restaurant roof, he starts to play some more music and we all gather below to watch. it's fantastic.
i awake.
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on Saturday 28 i awoke with a mood of apprehension...i'd dreamt as i was waking that sk was having a poke at me on his blog about the book i gave him at the vegan festival. The writing on the blog was in a smaller font and it was like a final paragraph, all lower case letters like e e cummings and there were lots of ......
as it turned out he openly praised the book on his blog that morning and appeared thankful for having received it, my dream occured around the same time he was writing his blog....
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