I wandered mistakenly onto the set of the next Foo Fighters music
video. I didn't know where I was until Dave Grohl and Taylor Hawkins
rushed by me. Taylor was following Dave like a puppy, dressed in a 
woman's white blouse, a black skirt and three-inch pumps.
	Dave accidentally runs into me the second time around and asks if
I've seen Nate and Franz, then mumbles something about a bar and them
getting drunk.
	Suddenly Taylor jumps on Dave and violently kisses him.
	Dave is shocked and shouts, "What the HELL did you do that for?!!"
	Taylor shrugs and says, "I don't really know."
	I dismiss this almost as quickly as Dave does.
	"If we can't find them, they won't be in the video. Oh well. We got
someone else to play Nate's bass. You know who he is," Dave says and
points out a very drunk Krist Novoselic(praying I spelled that right),
sitting on a bench next to a janitor closet.

***the rest of the dream should be censored for the weak of stomach***
*^_^* don't ask. just... don't. no. never ask about the rest of the dream.

	I forget how this dream started. I have to go through the notes I gave
to 'Shinka to find out because the only place I ever wrote this one down
was on a note to her, but anywho, here's the best part of the dream.
	I'm in an apple orchard in the middle of the night. It's fenced in
by high wooden planks. I'm in a line of people headed somewhere. The land
rolls gently in little hills, and it all kind of looks like a fairy tale
apple orchard, because the trees are smaller than normal apple trees and
extremely neatly trimmed.
	I notice Tré Cool lying under a tree, so I sit down next to him and
start chatting about nothing and everything all at once. We end up talking
and stuff for a long while, and we go outside of the orchard.
	Outside the fence is a sandy beach with lots of dunes and some grass
growing on the dunes. It is a very clear night, and the moon and stars reflect
off of the endless ocean. Farther out into the water is a small rocky island,
upon which a lighthouse is perched.
	Tré disappeared for the moment, but I didn't seem to notice. I saw
someone else on the beach, a little way away from me. I walk up to him and
see that it is Mike Dirnt- aka Dimi.(Go to Haushinka's Dimi Page if you wanna know)
	Anywho, Mike insists that I give him a piggy back ride to the lighthouse,
since Green Day is having a practice there and he doesn't want to walk.
He points out a bridge connecting the shore with the lighthouse(it's about
five miles long) and tells me to carry him there.
	He jumps on my back, wrapping his legs around my waist and holding
onto my shoulders, along with hanging his bass around my shoulders. It's
extremely hard to keep my balance, yet it's not so hard to hold Dimi up
for some reason.
	He points to me where to go, and we finally arrive at the lighthouse.
There I see my friend Dave, standing on the rehearsal stage with Billie Joe
Armstrong and looking over some papers.
	Billie shouts out that he needs someone to sing some songs, and Dave
volunteers me, even though Billie just wrote the songs a few minutes ago.
I stand nervously on stage, everyone watching me, expecting me to know every
sinlge lyric, even though no one has even heard the song yet.
	A very nervous moment there, before I wake up or the scene changes.
	Whichever comes first in my dreams.

	I'm at Niagara Falls, the viewpoint on Goat Island, the one overlooking
Bridal Veil Falls. If you've never been there, I don't feel like explaining,
but it was almost exactly as it is in real life. (Locations in most of my 
dreams are somehow changed, whether it's a minor change, like a misplaced 
wall hanging, or a major change, like a third floor on a ranch house...)
	It's the middle of the night, and the only light is that of a street
lamp near the edge. I see Dave Grohl standing in the light, wearing a black
and green wetsuit and working at something. The rest of the Foo's are hovering
in and out of the darkness, somewhere between shadow and light. Everything
has a kind of brownish tint to it, like NIN's video for "Closer."
	Dave backs up several feet- as far as he can get, then runs to the edge,
takes a leap off the barrier and jumps over the edge. A Ski-Do materializes
under him for some reason or another, and I fall with him, down to the
rocks. It all happens in slow-motion, watching Dave falling out over the edge,
committing suicide...
	The Ski-Do crashes on the rocks below and Dave flies into the river,
clinging to the rocks and grass of the shoreline, tears sprouting from
his eyes.
	I cling to his wetsuit, pleading with him to reconsider his life. But
he can't hear or see me. I feel the icy water biting at my flesh, sucking the
air out of my lungs, and all I can think of is Dave's life. All I can hear is
the now hateful, deafening thunder of the mighty river's water plunging down
near us, the river and all it's whirlpools tugging violently at me, trying
to pull me away from Dave, one of the few men who never should die, or even
feel the slightest pain, ever.
	Dave is singing something. I can't make it out even though he's screaming
it practically in my ear. I try to read his lips and I realize he's singing
"Hey, Johnny Park!" I'm overcome with the most intense sorrow I ever could
have felt. It's almost like the sorrow of the five billion human inhabitants
on the planet suddenly struck me with the force of a thousand Mack trucks.
	I should point out that "Hey, Johnny Park!" was obviously written about
Kurt Cobain. Especially the line, "Your eyes still remind me of angels that
hover above, eyes that can change from blind to blue."
	Suddenly, everything is silent. I'm standing in my living room and the
lights are off. It's almost like I was transported in some strange Star Trek
thing. I blink and look around, fully aware of what just happened. My head
feels warm and fuzzy and I feel a little dizzy.
	The radio is on, but it's very quiet. The VJ is telling the public that
Dave Grohl's body has just been found on the banks of the Niagara River, and
that authorities have ruled his death a suicide. The rest of the Foo Fighters
confirmed this by saying that Dave was unusually depressed, quiet and moody.
He was talking a lot about Kurt lately, they'd said.
	I'm thinking, "This can't be happening. Oh my god... Why did he have
to go away, leave us all like that?"


	Just then I wake up. I questioned whether or not what happened in the dream
was real or not before I sigh, "Thank god it was only a dream... thank god..."

	It begins with me and my friend Dawn running from Duncan Coutts,
Our Lady Peace's bassist, who was chasing us. 
	Well, actually to be more specific, he was chasing Dawn. He was, like,
stalking her or something, and I was trying to hide her from him.
	So it ends up we're running down the street and Duncan is chasing after
us in a car, and after running across several back yards, Dawn and I end
up in my back yard, where a bunch of my friends are playing volleyball.
	Duncan is still after Dawn, so when he arrives, all of us gang up on
him, but I guess the force of a dozen or so teenagers is nothing compared
to the force of a bassist...
	The dream changes(it's still the same dream, only the scenery(and fish)
are different. If you didn't get that IME joke, well, then... nevermind.)
In this one, I'm in a Dungeons & Dragons-ish setting(complete with wizards
and dragons), trying to ward off evil with Jeremy Taggart, Our Lady Peace's
drummer. There's this whole thing about fighting this big mean wizard and 
his legions of dragons, and trying to get through some labyrinth or something.
	After we defeat the evil wizard and get some sort of magic scroll that
will make Jeremy all-powerful so he can rule the world(picture this guy with
really dorky glasses- sorry, Jer, but they ARE dorky- holding up this glowing
piece of paper, laughing evilly... pfff... ::snicker:: sorry, Jer, but it
IS funny...), I'm pretty tired so I want to crash at a hotel.
	Also, I somehow aquire the nickname Jesus, probably because I was sleeping
to David Usher's CD "Little Songs." (One of the songs is called "Jesus Was My 
Girl.")
	I get there, and the guy is like, "We don't have any empty rooms, so you'll
have to share with someone." 
	And I'm like, "Okay. Fine." 'Cause I'm so tired and I'm miles away from
home(because of the wizard's dragons), and I just don't care, just so long 
as I get to sleep. Ah, sleep. That's where this whole thing started.
	Anywho, my roommate turns out to be Johnny Rzeznik(Goo Goo Dolls singer).
So I'm like, "Cool!" And I end up sleeping in the same bed with him. Get your
mind out of the gutter. All we did was sleep.
	But somehow, I end up going out with him. And he ends up singing the David Usher
song "Jesus Was My Girl" and stuff like that. Just a weird dream. Forget
I ever told you about it. Oh, and forget I told you about Jeremy's plot to
take over the world. ::nervous glance at the shadows, where Jeremy is standing,
ready to pounce if I disclose too much of his plot of world domination::