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Re: my first OTR dream
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From: barkera at nsk-corp_com <barkera at nsk-corp_com>
To: over-the-rhine at actwin_com <over-the-rhine at actwin_com>
Date: Friday, September 18, 1998 10:17 AM
Subject: my first OTR dream
>Hey kids,
> Well it finally happened to me, I had my first OTR dream last night.
>It started with me driving in
>my car through Bloomington, IN when I happened to drive past a storefront
>for a student-run radio
>station. Through the large plate glass windows I could seen a couple of
>overstuffed easy chairs with
>"help wanted" signs taped to them. This piqued my curiosity so I pulled
>over and went in. I sat and
>talked with the people inside about what I could do. As I talked to the
>lady in charge (she had a
>goatee (sp?), no idea what *that* means), she told me the goal of the
>station was to eliminate the local
>alternative-shifting-to-mainstream-adult-pop station from the marketplace.
>I was all for that and signed
>up as a DJ. As I met the rest of the group, I started to notice various
>record displays of the type you'd
>see in a record store. One in particular was for Over The Rhine. It was a
>stand-alone cardboard case
>that had 2 columns of 5 shelfs to stock cds into. It was empty, so I
>could see the picture at the back of
>each shelf. They were all the same group photo of nearly every member that
>OTR's had, all standing infront
>of an old house. Linford, Jack, Ric, Mike, Terri, Brian, and maybe one or
>two I might not have recognized.
>Wade was missing and suprisingly, Karin wasn't in the picture either.
> As I looked at the picture, it started to move. I couldn't hear
>anything, but the members of the band
>started to talk to each other. The two I noticed right away were Linford
>and Ric in a very animated
>discussion. As Linford turned and walked away from Ric, I was suddenly
>transposed into the picture. I stood off
>to the side and watched as the others continued talking and Linford walked
>further away. I asked Brian
>where Karin was and he said she was in the house. Then, with a chorus of
>cute "aawwwwww"'s, we all noticed
>a fuzzy black laborador puppy walking along the front porch railing.
>Somebody said "It's Karin's dog, Henry!"
>Mike picked him off the railing and held him for a second, then offered him
>over to me. As soon as I took
>him, he started howling. I tried cradleing, rocking, and petting him but
>he wouldn't stop. I was so embarrased.
>Brian politely took him and set him back on the porch. He had started to
>whine and howl to a particular tune
>which I thought I recognized as Fleetwood Mac's "Hold Me". Once I
>recognized the song, I turned to my
>friend, Jody, who I hadn't noticed standing next to me, and said "There's a
>mambo lost in there, somewhere.",
>referring to the song.
> With the dog still causing such a scene, Karin stepped out of the
>house onto the porch and asked
>what was going on. I think she had been sleeping because she came out
>rubbing her eyes and seemed
>a little groggy. As she stepped up to the railing, she bent down to pick
>up Henry and he stopped crying.
>When she did this, we all began to applaud and the dream fadded
>away.........
>
> Any ideas? Any interpretations? I rarely remember my dreams at all,
>and it's rarer still that I remember
>one well enough to recount to anyone. Anyways, it's out there now, there's
>enough weirdness in it that I'm sure
>some of you will have fun with it.
>
>
>later,
>AaronB
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>np:Alan Parsons Project - Tales Of Mystery And Imagination (mobile fidelity
>vinyl)
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