2004-03-12 | COLOURS

I had another celebrity dream last night, but it wasn't as pleasant as the Henry Rollins or the William Shatner ones.

The dream had one of my favorite people in it, Jack White, but it didn't come out very nicely, seems how one of my dreams is to collaborate with Jack White on a song some day.

The White Stripes were playing a very small show at what looked similar to the auditorium that Nirvana were playing in in the "Smells Like Teen Spirit" video.

At first I was making pretty decent eye contact with Jack and he seemed to be almost connecting with me, but then at some point I decided to hold up the devil sign for some reason, and it seemed to infuriate Jack.

At first he just took it out on his guitar and his vocal chords while rocking out with rage on stage, but eventually he made his way down to where I was sitting and said something vicious while scowling at me while we were standing almost face to face.

I don't remember exactly what he said, but it was something like "You know you're a real peice of shit."

I don't think he punched me or anything, but he didn't seem very pleased. I was going to go up to him and tell him how much I respected him and all kinds of other things, but I think I woke up before I could resolve anything.

I don't know what it means, but I haven't given up hope on my future collaboration with Jack White. Anything can happen.

If I can't do it with him maybe Frank Black will collaborate with me. Or Blackie Onassis. Or Jack Black. Or James Brown. Or Vida Blue. Or Mean Joe Greene. Or Whitey Ford. Greyboy.

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