Back in my Schwaggin’ days, my mind would be geared towards the following freak out fest all the time. I was always anticipating the next ’stock and how i was going to make it the best one ever. I thought about it while i was awake, while at school and in transit thereto, while eating, while working, while talking about music and concerts at work, while sleeping. I have probably had over a dozen dreams at or about schwagstock. Some good, some bad–kinda like the people you see there.
When i had succumbed to the soul-sucking, cold, heartless, vain reality the last shreds of hope for ever returning to my other home, when i stopped constantly planning the next big blowout and started envisioning my life as a teacher, the party time nate kinda died out. I had still planned on stretching my freak legs this summer, but without the annual gathering of the tribes at the sacred camp site at Schwagstock, my life just seemed incomplete. The loss of this important part of me was also felt in my dreamscape. I no longer dreamed of camp woo.
I just wanted to write this little blog post to let all of you out there know, but most of all to remind myself, since you guys don’t really exist anyways, that the SCHWAG’S BACK! The dream is not dead, because i dreamt about it last night!
In my dream, i was at my parents’ house and it was time for me to leave. Except i wasn’t packed. And since i was at my parents’ house, I didn’t have anything to pack. I freaked out, trying to scrape things together, but i don’t think i ever made it out of the house in the dream. I think this dream has something to do with how I’m not leaving on Thursday this time. In the past, I would be preparing for at least a week leading up to departure, so that i could have all the details ironed out and checked off the list. Since I have to wait for the wife to leave town first, I feel like I am going into this whole business half-cocked, like I’m cutting off a foot so that i can run a three legged race. I’m sure everything will be fine…
WOOOOOOOOOO!
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