The Sound of My Mind Laughing
I had a dream last night that I was at a party in a swank hipster flat somewhere in Tokyo. The flat was owned by DJ Qbert and Mixmaster Mike. I think it must have been some kind of a music industry party because the two deejays were sitting around ripping on people and generally acting kinda bored. I was waiting to be picked up by someone on a moped. Both Qbert and Mixmaster Mike were really cool guys and were being very nice to me (it was my dream after all). At some point I asked Mixmaster Mike what kinda stuff he was working on these days and he was like ‘oh man let me show you’. So he, Qbert, and I all went into this other room and Mixmaster Mike revved up this console, an image that reminded me Han Solo powering up the the cockpit to the Millennium Falcon. Then he proceeded to rip into a crazy scratch routine with all types of intergalactic noises. He was pounding on all these colored buttons and sliding all these faders that weren’t part of any soundboard I had ever seen. Very Terry Gilliam Brazil-like. I remember when he was done I questioned him about some technical stuff and about some of the sounds he was getting. Then I woke up.

My initial thought was, “Damn, dude you have some nerdy freakin’ dreams.” Where were the supermodels? Why wasn’t Halle Barry at this party? Upon further reflection of the dream I am struck by the minds ability to get funky in a dream. Somewhere in the deep folds of my subconscious was this amazing scratch routine just waiting to bust out. How in the hell does my subconscious know how to put together an intricate routine such as the one that Mikemaster Mike put down in my sleep. I saw the whole thing. I heard every note. Where did it come from? Of course, everyone has dreams like this. You have dreams where you’re reading whole pages of a book or a magazine. Just nuts. How is this possible? It’s very frustrating to know what your mind is capable of in the subconscious and know that you’ll never get close to that in the conscious. It’s one big tease. Damn you brain! Why do you mock me?