Dream

The dream went back and forth between these 2 parts but I will tell separately.

First part is kind of a reversal of my other dreams of destroying AC/DC.
They were having tryouts for a new drummer in a local supermarket and I went to watch. The first guy to try out was Phil Rudd who has been their drummer in the past (and I believe still is), but he left for a while due to health issues and they had a series of 1 album drummers. The tryouts had 2 parts. First the person had to play the drums for “Back in Black” to see how much it resembled the original (which was Phil Rudd) and the second was to do a kind of solo/freeform drumming just to see what the person was capable of. Of course PR did a perfect version of BiB but his solo really sucked. Even I thought so, and I don’t really like drums (I find drum solos tedious—even by great drummers like John Bonham of Led Zeppelin). The most interesting thing was that he had music to follow for his drumming. Like musical notes except for drums, they were different sized dots on a graph. I never thought before about how drummers know what to play.
So Phil left and the next guy came up. I don’t remember his name now, but he was a grizzled guy, looked like ex-military, closely cropped dark gray hair on the verge of being shaved completely, and a couple of folds of fat on the back of his head, really bull-dog looking. He claimed to be 42 but looked like 62. He did a terrible job on BiB, sounded NOTHING like what’s in the song, but his solo was amazing. So there was a conundrum. Could this guy learn the old stuff well enough to please the fans? Because clearly his drumming talent would take the band in a new direction. There was a lot of debate, and Phil was standing around looking pissed off, and then they sent the guy away with a “thanks but no thanks” and I could tell that guy was pissed too. I had been talking to him and I liked him. He went stalking down the aisle and I watched him walk away. Then a Public Relations person came up and started asking about him and I said they’d sent him away, and the woman got really angry, and I offered to go get the guy, and I managed to find him just when he was about to walk out the door.
I still think they might have gone with Phil again; I don’t remember any more of this part.

In the other part, my friend Sam had bought a Victorian painted lady house up by Choate and they had fixed it up a little, but they hated the house and wanted to get rid of it. I’ve always wanted to live in a painted lady so I bought it from them. I spent the first night in there alone for some reason, and I had a dream (nightmare) that this boy, or young man, with deformed hands, was trying to get my attention. I kept seeing him in a certain spot by the fireplace, but somehow BEHIND it, behind the wall. The refrigerator was against the same wall, and the door kept swinging open, even when I put something heavy against it. So I was working on the house, spackling nail holes and doing little things like that, not unpacking. Somehow when I was working on the same wall, the back wall of the house, I found some kind of
boarded up doorway. I opened it up and there was another whole room at the back of the house. It was about 20 feet long running along the back, and 8-10 feet wide. It had another fireplace on the back wall, 2 windows on the side wall overlooking some of Choate, and several windows along the back. It was filthy in there. My first thought was: how come none of the other owners noticed the discrepancy in windows from the outside of the house to the inside? There were at least 5 windows in this boarded up room. Down the center was some kind of partition that didn’t reach the ceiling. It was like bookshelves or cubbies or cabinets—storage—you could put things on all four sides of this divider and on top like a shelf. One of the strangest things about the room was that the back and side wall (where the windows were) were finished walls, although they were covered in nail holes (the spot above the fire place had probably 50 horrendous holes—and the holes were backward as if the nails had been driven from the outside of the house). But the other side wall, and the long wall that the refrigerator and other fireplace were on wasn’t finished on that side. It was just studs. Not even insulation.
So my thought is, cool, another whole room, and what a big room! And wow, how much work it’s going to take to fix just this one room up. The floors were hardwood but scuffed and filthy and scratched. I looked out the back window and I was overlooking the pool. That made me think of one of Sam’s friends, Diane (no such person in real life), who said the pool was haunted. It was a round above-ground pool kind of tucked into a hollow.
I kept investigating the room, thinking about what I could use it for, and eager for Will and my friends to come over and start helping me fix up the house so I could show them this bonus room that Sam and Jaime had missed. In the corner between the back of the fireplace and the outer wall by Choate, I found a body. It was almost completely a skeleton, with some leathery flesh. Its hands were up, braced in between the wall studs, and the fingers were fused together like flippers.