Dante | Give Me Motion

$Nightdreaming - Issue 4 -Guster Drug Ballad Dreams as of late have been sporadic and fractured. Scenes from the night before would manifest themselves in mutated forms throughout the day. There was one where I was BMX/skiing down a mountain with Slambo and my grandma. It was awesomely weird. Today’s nightdreaming post came in clear as a bell and scared the crap out of me. Enjoy. I walk into a party high out of my mind. Not totally sure what drugs I’m on, but it’s intense. I can feel all the eyes turn to me. I sense disgusted looks focused on my face. I overhear a girl say, “Oh my god, look how ugly he got.” I feel myself sulk and hump my back like a vulture. My phone rings. “Hi, this is so-and-so from the Guster something-or-other.” I’m relieved. I have someone to talk to; a friend. “OH WOW. Thank you for calling me. I’m freaking out, man.” “Um, sorry?” “Dude, everyone in hear thinks I’m ugly. My hair is too long and I can feel the mustache on my face.” “I’m… sorry to..hear that. … We wanted to ask you about your recent purchase (new album or something).” “Tell me I’m not ugly, man. Am I ugly? Ugh, I feel gross. I’m freaking out.” Nick F. approaches me, apparently more fucked up than myself. “Dude, I’m on meth. Nick C. and I picked some up…” Noticeably tweaked out, he then begins to rant. “What’s wrong with you?” he inquires. I stumble off and get back on the phone with the Guster guy. “You still there, man? I need someone. I’m so fucked up.” Guster guy is more amused by my situation than before and keeps me on the line for what I assume is his personal entertainment. I look down and the floating head of Diana M. is in my lap, as like, my spirit animal or something. I really start freaking out. I come across a mirror to find, with horror, the rumors are true. My hair is shaggy, greasy and long. I have a sanchez mustache. I’m wearing a poncho. Nick C. bumps into me and breaks my trance. He’s wearing a clean, pressed gray suit and is without his usual mustache. “Hey, man. Are you all right?” “Dude, I’m freaking out.”$

Nightdreaming - Issue 4 -Guster Drug Ballad

Dreams as of late have been sporadic and fractured. Scenes from the night before would manifest themselves in mutated forms throughout the day. There was one where I was BMX/skiing down a mountain with Slambo and my grandma. It was awesomely weird.

Today’s nightdreaming post came in clear as a bell and scared the crap out of me. Enjoy.

I walk into a party high out of my mind. Not totally sure what drugs I’m on, but it’s intense. I can feel all the eyes turn to me. I sense disgusted looks focused on my face. I overhear a girl say, “Oh my god, look how ugly he got.” I feel myself sulk and hump my back like a vulture. My phone rings. “Hi, this is so-and-so from the Guster something-or-other.” I’m relieved. I have someone to talk to; a friend.

“OH WOW. Thank you for calling me. I’m freaking out, man.”

“Um, sorry?”

“Dude, everyone in hear thinks I’m ugly. My hair is too long and I can feel the mustache on my face.”

“I’m… sorry to..hear that. … We wanted to ask you about your recent purchase (new album or something).”

“Tell me I’m not ugly, man. Am I ugly? Ugh, I feel gross. I’m freaking out.”

Nick F. approaches me, apparently more fucked up than myself. “Dude, I’m on meth. Nick C. and I picked some up…” Noticeably tweaked out, he then begins to rant. “What’s wrong with you?” he inquires. I stumble off and get back on the phone with the Guster guy. “You still there, man? I need someone. I’m so fucked up.” Guster guy is more amused by my situation than before and keeps me on the line for what I assume is his personal entertainment. I look down and the floating head of Diana M. is in my lap, as like, my spirit animal or something. I really start freaking out.

I come across a mirror to find, with horror, the rumors are true. My hair is shaggy, greasy and long. I have a sanchez mustache. I’m wearing a poncho. Nick C. bumps into me and breaks my trance. He’s wearing a clean, pressed gray suit and is without his usual mustache. “Hey, man. Are you all right?”

“Dude, I’m freaking out.”