Friday, September 11, 2009

Repackage, repackage, repackage, re-evaluate the songs

September 11th, 2009

There was a large snake in my dream last night. It was fucking huge. Here's how it went down: I was helping Chuck Cinelli (my friend and old boss) start another new business. He had this huge warehouse and we were loading things into it. A large box arrived. “This must be the cobra I ordered” he said. WTF? A cobra? He commenced opening the box and sure enough, out slithered a giant snake. The thing seemed content enough around chuck, but he got a glance of me and suddenly rose up into an attack position. I must have looked scared as balls because chuck started trying to calm me down. “Don't worry, Enoch. Just hold your hand up as high as you can and he'll see you as an equal. You'll be fine. Apparently Chuck was all kinds of wrong because the snake lunged forward and sank it's fangs into my hand. Chuck tried to coach me through this one as well, “Ok look, just relax your hand and your whole body so he knows you're not a threat. He'll only inject poison into you if he feels you're a threat. I had no reason to believe this, but what else was I gonna do? To my surprise, the snake carefully pulled his fangs out of my flesh and laid down against the floor again.

I stood there, not as shocked as I should have been by the whole experience. I should have died just then. Madness. Then the snake started to shift forms. I watched him change from a snake into a fairy child, wings and all! He waved his wand and suddenly a big dinner table appeared full of food. “Do you like the foods with egg in them”? The child fairy asked. “Mommy says they're the best for you!” Utterly confused I just stared at the fairy. Then he looked back at me and spoke without speaking. He said that he really was a snake, but he hated being a snake because nobody loved him when they saw him. He said he'd take on different forms so people wouldn't be scared of him. “Maybe people wouldn't be scared of you if you'd simply avoid biting them”, I thought back at him. His response was fair enough; “What can I say? I'm a snake.”

Just then chuck handed me a letter to deliver to someone, but as he was handing it to me the fairy flew over and snatched it away. Chuck and I stood there and watched him fly away as he transformed again from a fairy into a carrier pigeon.

“That dumb snake”, Chuck said, “Always trying to please everybody.”