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adrienmundi) wrote2010-04-07 09:54 pm
adrienmundi) wrote2010-04-07 09:54 pm
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more dreams
More weird, curiously specific dreams last night. The parts I remember centered around a local eclectic radio station (like AM 1690 here in Atlanta, only cooler). Apparently I called in enough to talk music and topics (they were strangely topical in areas that I knew something about, but not politics, music or conspiracy theory: something more esoteric, I think) that a couple of the djs knew me. They played an ad for a place called The Smokehouse, a place on the edge of Gwinnett where you could smoke pot with their gear (or smoke your own? I don't remember for sure, but was surprised because even in my dream I thought marijuana was illegal), and then I knew the two djs I knew were there with like a station manager, and they wanted me to come by.
When I showed up, the station manager turned out to be a small dark haired woman, and it became clear to me that one of the djs was trying to get me a job there because I "was cool and knows stuff" (that meant musical taste and the esoteric stuff, I think). Once it became clear to me that she was going to offer me something part time, the odd details started coming in. It would cost me to get my broadcast license (I used to have a nonprofit, but it expired), and that with some other fee would cost $216.00. Initially, at least, I'd be working a very short shift, but that was expected to be temporary. All of this conversation went down in The Smokehouse's parking lot. The dj guy was very excited, and I was confused at the speed of things, but pleased.
When I showed up, the station manager turned out to be a small dark haired woman, and it became clear to me that one of the djs was trying to get me a job there because I "was cool and knows stuff" (that meant musical taste and the esoteric stuff, I think). Once it became clear to me that she was going to offer me something part time, the odd details started coming in. It would cost me to get my broadcast license (I used to have a nonprofit, but it expired), and that with some other fee would cost $216.00. Initially, at least, I'd be working a very short shift, but that was expected to be temporary. All of this conversation went down in The Smokehouse's parking lot. The dj guy was very excited, and I was confused at the speed of things, but pleased.