Rarely do I recall my dreams. I never have nightmares. However, last night I awoke from a frightening nightmare which entailed an ever-increasing number of Broken Social Scene band members invading my house. The dream began with me glancing sleepy-eyed toward my bedroom door and noticing a beer-bellied bearded man with long hair and an ill-fitting t-shirt looking back at me in the twilight. Hurrying out fearlessly toward him I find more people ascending the stairs; I throw furniture at them. Out on the porch I find several more men scheming, trying to climb to the second floor. The members of BSS are multiplying, assailing my home in a vaguely hostile but ultimately nonviolent stream. I’m sure this is due to the fact that they frequently have upwards of 10 members on stage, occasionally more, and I happened to be thinking of this fact when I went to bed. For instance:
This is the first nightmarish dream I’ve had in a while. All the others I’ve suppressed, of course.