Your Brain on Fringe

During the course of the Fringe, you’ll go through waves of temporary insanity caused by stress, depression, anxiety, and exhaustion. These are balanced by waves of joy, excitement, satisfaction and pride. It’s a lot to deal with in 12 short days and it effects people in interesting ways. Dreaming is one of them.


During the course of the Fringe, you’ll go through waves of temporary insanity caused by stress, depression, anxiety, and exhaustion. These are balanced by waves of joy, excitement, satisfaction and pride. It’s a lot to deal with in 12 short days and it effects people in interesting ways. Dreaming is one of them.

This is the second incredibly vivid dream that has been relayed to me during the Festival so far from one of our staff. This comes from Kristin R. a Venue Technician. She shared it with me and now (with her permission) I share it with the world. It’s a little long, but very interesting. Feel free to respond with your analysis.

“Read to the end, and you’ll understand why I sent this to you.

So I’m wearing a Meijer apron and hat, and I get lost and I’m trying to find my way back to the highway, so I stop and ask someone. They direct me through this department store,which apparently has a way back to the highway. So I drive through this store, meanwhile this lady is basically giving me a tour of the facilities. I see many people who I now know are in the rest of this dream.

After I get out, I pick up some people who need a ride. I ask them where they’re going, and they say it doesn’t matter, “wherever you’re going.” I think this is weird, but I roll with it. So we’re on the highway, and this car pulls up next to us like in action movies and starts throwing things at us. SO of course I speed off.

These people keep chasing us, trying to kill us. Eventually we lose sight of them and duck into a mall, where we learn that all police officers in this dream world have been made aware of what I look like. We scatter and run, and most of the police follow me. I lose them, jump in a car and run. So add “grand theft auto” to whatever crimes I’ve already committed. I end up at my friend Caitlin’s house. Not really her house, just her house in my dream. I think things have blown over, and I’m hanging out with her, Kurt, and other people. I go outside to make a phone call and I realize that there are police prowling the neighborhood. I duck into a car, and people decide to help me get away. I take off my apron and hat. For some reason, now that I’m not wearing the apron and hat, they don’t recognize me. We drive for a while, and finally they somehow get a tip and start chasing us. So I put my hat back on, since they know where I am anyway. We get chased down this strip of beach where there are a number of novelty resorts. All the novelty resorts, however, look like huge versions of kids’ playsets. One of them is modeled after a giant foozball table, one of them after a Barbie Dream House, another after some matchbox sets. Crazy shit like that. For some reason, the others who are with me decide to leave to cause a distraction, except for one girl who as become my noble sidekick.

My noble sidekick and I travel out into the country, and she takes me to her house, which I insist is a bad idea. I take off my hat, we go in the basement and meet her dad and he’s cool and totally willing to hide me. Suddenly, I hear noise upstairs. My sidekick reassures me that it’s just her sister. I sneak upstairs and peek through the door cracks, and see one of my friends from high school sitting on top of a cabinet, laughing at me. She’s crazy, so I assume that she’s laughing because that’s what she does, not because of anything actually funny. Then the sidekick’s sister comes in, takes one look at me, and gives me the dirtiest look I’ve ever seen in my life. I introduce myself, and she storms off.

I soon learn that I’ve been on TV and the sister recognized me, and ratted me out. My sidekick and I try to escape, but while I’m trying to find the car keys, she gets stabbed. A swarm of people come inside, and I’m pissed. Soon they all start fighting with each other, which I don’t understand. I yell at them to shut up and tell me what’s going on, but it doesn’t work, so I start kicking asses. I’ve got about 5 people on the floor when they tell me everything’s okay and I need to go outside. SO I go outside and raise my hands and tell them that I’ll come quietly if they don’t hurt any more of the family. That’s when I realize that there aren’t any cops in sight. Out front are all the cars I’ve driven through this crazy experience with all the people I’ve encountered in them, friend and foe alike. I ask them what’s going on here, they’re all serious and come out with guns like they’re going to shoot me if I move, they get really close to me, handcuff me, walk me over to a car, and Eric Vosmeier steps out.

Someone in the crowd tells me “This was all a setup. An elaborate plan by Eric Vosmeier and Jason Bruffy. We all have cameras attached to multiple points of our bodies. At first, we didn’t recognize you because they told us you have long black and blue hair. But they figured it out from watching the live feed of the footage and filled us in. You almost got away from us… They plan on…”

And then I woke up to my alarm. I can only assume the next words would’ve been “making a Fringe Film out of the footage.””

As for the other dream, I’ll just say, keep holding on to those padlocks, Doug.

PD Eric