I was riding in the back of a transport truck through Paris after it was liberated in WWII. I pointed out to the people in the truck that all these buildings were rigged to explode, but the Germans never destroyed them. I noticed that some of the buildings had their facades blown off.
Then I was by a bridge. The bridge went over a courtyard below to a romantic style building. I was busking with some guy on drums and a woman on bass. I played the guitar and was trying to get a harder sound from everyone. I wanted to be the a pioneer in rock and roll, about ten years early.
I was in the same courtyard, but it had a large dirigible in the middle and buildings built into the walls. All of this was for people about 1/10 the size of me. Then Superman and Batman were defending it against aliens. The aliens made all these plants grow. The rest is fuzzy. Then I was walking along some catwalks in a bombed out building. I was still trying to be a pioneer in rock and roll. Part of the building was a school hallway with lockers. I was mad that the record labels were not happy with my sound so I decided to start my own label.
Then the building was part marsh and I was walking through it. There were two skeletons about 12" high playing some tune. I knew them when they worked at a grocery store so I walked up and talked to them.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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