The night of the Them Crooked Vultures concert, I had another Dave Grohl dream.  The amount of dreams I was having about Dave Grohl at the time was getting embarassing so I did not post it.  However, I made sure to write it down a week or so later.  I should have written down what I remembered right away because I had forgotten a lot of it but here goes:

In this one, I was at his house and somehow got in.  There were a bunch of other people there too, but they were all working.  Since of course I wasn't supposed to be there, I picked up a basket of laundry and started carrying THAT around the house to blend in.  I overheard someone talking about how he was in his basement, working on new songs. 

"Cool!" I thought and started down the staircase conveniently located to my right. 

When I got down there, there was no recording studio, no instruments or anything, just a bare room that  a cheap tv set with a video game hooked up to it and a mattress on the floor.  He was standing facing the TV, breathing heavily and the back of his shirt was completely soaked through in sweat.  Completely drenched.

"How did just his back get all sweaty?"  I thought.

Before he could turn around, I ran back up the stairs so I wouldn't get caught, but he heard the stomping and came after me.  He caught up with me out in the hallway.  I was still holding the basket of laundry and he looked at me in recognition, like he remembered me from the concert and his face had a look on it that said, "What are you doing in my house?" and then he actually said, "Hey, weren't you..."

And then I woke up. 

I hate sweaty dream Dave Grohl.

I had another Dave Grohl dream last week.  It has been awhile.  But this is one of the funniest.

I remembered (in my dreamworld) that he lived at  Disney World (of course, why not?).  There is a secret entrance on Main Street that leads to their living quarters, but they have to walk from there to the front gate of the park to get in and out. So as I was driving in I spotted Dave and Taylor Hawkins walking right in front of my car, unfortunately I was too close and Dave gave a highly annoyed glance at my car because I was literally inches away from hitting them.  I was practically stopped, but oh well.  Not good.

I knew this would be a bad time to approach him so I parked the car with my wife and we came back, but of course they were gone.

Later, they came back and I saw Dave talking to an admirer.  I quickly walked up when they were through, extended my hand and shook his.

“Mr. Grohl!  Jason, I’m not sure you remember me, but we met twice already this year,” I said. “Here at Disney World.”  

He faked like he remembered, but then after I mentioned some of the things we had talked about he really did remember. “Oh yeah, how are you?”  “Good, good.”

Then we had a fairly lengthy conversation.  I had a lot of things I wanted to tell him apparently.

At a certain point he said, “You know I was thinking about you the other day and wanted to give this to you,” and he handed me a greeting card.  I opened it and before I could read what he had hand-written he explained,

“I was asked recently to score some music for a small independent movie that I don’t have time to do.  But I said, ‘I know just the guy for you who would love to get his music in a movie and he’ll do a really good job.’  So if you’re interested, give this guy a call.”

I was stunned.  And incredibly flattered.

“Wow, thanks!  That is really, really great.  I HAVE been wanting to do that.”

Then I started to worry.

“This isn’t a crap project is it?” I said. “Where I work we have certain projects that we call “Loser Projects,” or “Crap Projects” if you will. And you, my friend, do not take on or participate in crap projects, which makes me wonder if this is a crap project.

“Case in point, let’s talk about the new Muppet’s movie you cameo in.  That movie is getting great reviews.  And I thought, ‘Of course!  I would expect nothing less of something Dave Grohl is involved in.’”

He laughed politely but looked a little funny like he wasn’t sure if I was joking or not.  Not wanting to offend him, I assured him I was.  We talked for a few more minutes and then he said, “Actually, I’ve got something I should tell you.  That movie score I was talking about?  Well, it’s kind of a gay porn.”

What?  I don’t want my music used for that!  How do I get out of this?  Dave Grohl himself recommended me for something and I’m going to have to turn him down somehow.

I hate Dream Dave Grohl.