Over the weekend I mentioned to Patrick that I couldn't remember any of my dreams from last week, which is pretty weird. After that, though, I was back on track:
Not only did I have the weird dream about finding money Sunday night, last night I dreamed about David Grohl and Stewart Copeland (separately; there were two parts to this dream. I think I woke up in the middle to use the bathroom, after the Stewart Copeland part, and when I went back to bed, I dreamed about Dave Grohl.)
As we all know, Dave Grohl is the man I love to hate, and Stewart Copeland is the man I love (love, as in I love cookies; Patrick is the real man I love). It was pretty silly.
The Stewart part was just me seeing him outside a building. The Dave Grohl part involved me somehow hanging out with him at his house and seeing what a mess his place was, offering to help him clean it, and instead talking about music all night.
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Patrick bought Guitar Hero III for the Wii last week, and we're obsessed. I mean it, we're like two 12 year old boys with that thing. I don't want to brag, but I'm doing much better than Patrick - he's mastered the techniques (hammer on!) but I have what he calls "flute fingers" - I can hit the fast rhythms and complicated patterns of "Medium." I beat Slash! Now, I'm sure this isn't that great of an accomplishment, but when you think that I spent 40 hours at work last week and will again this week (probably more: I worked two hours of overtime tonight finishing up a report), and that left me with just about 6 hours total of play-time... well, it's still not that great an accomplishment. But we have a ton of fun. I even went online and battled strangers! Sure I lost, but so what? Practice makes perfect.
Now if only I could apply that logic to the real instrument I actually do play...
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