dreams 2006-05-03

I'm taken out of my age-context, transplanted into high school library dreams. First, exploration of the unfinished building: high up in the metal roof beams, and no false ceiling to hide me. I don't feel alone or afraid; I'm sure that if I look around or call out, brilliant mad Theo will appear, eyes alight with the thrill of unsanctioned discovery.
--later, brief snippets of leafing through someone's forgotten CD slipcase binders, lots of selection... somewhere in the reference section...
Then, inside the finished library, discussing the pros and cons of the multimedia section with Rachel B. and the Doctor; "they're always scratched, every time," I complain, meaning the CDs (and really dreamthinking of SMIL). As Rachel speaks, I see it on a table, this book I didn't know existed. And how can this be? The Silver Mt. Zion Orchestra & Tra-La-La Band have written a book! A young music fan's primer to religio-political conspiracies (mysterious, morally ambiguous, long-dead popes and cabals of the power-hungry), all told through a musician's lens, complete with photos -- PHOTOS! I look to see if I can find a picture of the mysterious Efrim. The Doctor and I are enthralled; he's raving about their new album that's coming out soon in the dreamworld, and I suggest pooling our resources of rare music, and even Rachel is interested by this book -- apparently she's heard of them...
Earlier, vague memories of hangouts in a row of student-ghetto houses along a quiet midtown street, journeys back and forth between the different buildings along the sidewalk or through the backyard, it doesn't matter which. Another wishful hipster community dream.