i can’t remember where we stayed, somewhere in the french quarter. drove all the way from north texas for a concert. stayed in a hotel. the first night we stayed there i had a dream. i dreamt i was in my garage. my dad and my brother were both there. in this white barrel (one we actually had at our house and still own) there was a black sludge. the sludge seeped out of it, it was stuck and gooey. with a gunshot, a woman crawling on all fours shot out of the barrel. she was in a white nightgown and had flowing black hair coated in the same black sludge. i woke up and told my mom about the dream, my dad asleep on the far side of the room from us (he had gone to sleep earlier, sleeping separately so nobody woke anyone up.) later in the evening i told my dad about it. he told me he had dreamt of the same woman, though he refused to give any details of the dream…