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Kerouac-inspired
Last night, I went to bed around midnight, so I suppose this dream actually took place on 16 May, but who knows at what time of the night/morning any of my dreams take place? I've been having unusual dreams for the past two nights, and am chagrined that I have not written them down here. I will try and remember them, but with every dreaming night, the memory and clarity of them slips further away. Last night, however, I dreamt I was driving around in New Orleans, with the plan that I had to pick Spoon up later in the day. He was coming to visit. I met up with this cool, black guy with glasses who called himself Hoover. He asked me to call him later so we could all three hang out. I picked up Spoon, excited to see him again, but he was being aloof (he has been that way in dreams this week except for the Myrtles Dream...I think he is trying hard to stop missing me). I told Spoon about Hoover and he called him immediately. I was a tad upset b/c I wanted to spend some time alone together. We hung out, painting and writing, on a riverfront, not like the one in New Orleans, but an overgrown and wild one in the country. He was mad (i.e. crazy), spouting off about various topics and crazy postulations and writing them down. I went in a small cabin behind us to talk to the people there (I think they were family) and he left. I was upset, but knew there was nothing to do about it, so I went out with some friends from the cabin. We ended up at this Sonic-like place where two guys got in a terrible fight. I saw Hoover. I ran over and hugged him and asked him when he'd last seen Spoon. "I left him a few hours ago, at Rockin' Robin," he said. It was club playing blues/jazz music. He told me it didn't close until 2 AM. I knew I would find Spoon there. I went with Lauren and some other person. The street it was on was packed and appeared like a circus. Spoon was inside. I can't remember anything after that. Spoon was very Kerouac-like in this dream.
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