Nothing In Particular
August 21, 2008, Matthew Good I spent some time today, while laying in bed hacking, trying to think of things that scare me. By “scare” I don’t mean the sort of fear you feel when you see something frightening in a horror picture, rather those things that actually cause considerable fear.
First on the docket was death, which came and went quickly being that I’ve been dead. After you pack it in once you kind of lose fear of it. In fact, I’d have to say that you gain a sense of ease with regards to your own mortality, which is actually pretty liberating.
Second was the right-wing blogosphere. I’m not going to lie, it scares the living hell out of me. It’s like thousands of Goebbels having access to the internet.
Third was media personalities like Glen Beck and Sean Hannity - though I guess that sort of ties in with fear number two. People like that couldn’t factually argue their way out of a wet paper bag against a 9th grade honour roll student – and they’re actually on television opining on subjects from national security to human rights, not to mention getting paid to do it. If that’s not truly terrifying then I really don’t know what is. Not to mention the fact that their viewership are the sort of mental giants that condemn state controlled media in other countries when all they’re being fed is flat out propaganda and swallowing it by the shovelful while thinking themselves free from influencing.
Fourth - dreaming that my head is enormous and settled on a very small pillow. I’ve had that dream on and off my entire life and it freaks me out.
Fifth – being shot on stage and dying before I can get to the bastard and beat them with the pistol. Let’s face it, getting shot on stage is one thing. Getting shot on stage and then beating the person that shot you with their own gun with the last of your earthly energy is the stuff of rock and roll legend.
After that I got up and got some food.
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Those are quite some thoughts.
I have sometimes wondered if notorious musicians have the fear of being harmed while performing. I’m a musician (far from notorious!) and I would imagine if I were in that situation, it would get to me at times. Is that a constant fear or just something that floats in every now and then? The dream thing sounds kinda freaky. I sometimes have a dream that I’m getting chased by a chainsaw-wielding Whoopie Goldberg. I can’t lie, I have trouble now watching Sister Act (but then again, I think most do).
Large head, like Mr. Mackey from South Park? Dude, that’s some scary shit. Lay off the night time protein before bed.
i’m in pretty good health. however, i am scared to fall asleep and never wake up again.
Pantera’s guitarist was shot and killed onstage (when he was with Damageplan).
Very sad stuff.
I can understand why you might be scared of that.
Matt said:
Fourth - dreaming that my head is enormous and settled on a very small pillow. I’ve had that dream on and off my entire life and it freaks me out.
That’s very weird and comical. My weird dreams usually involve trying to run after people, but I end up not being able to move…it’s like swimming through air that’s thick like molasses. AND I have dreams where I’m driving but from the passenger seat with my hands and left foot (I don’t drive in real life).
I’m not scared of being shot. Just scared of not getting to the person that did it and beating them with the gun until I succumb to my wounds.
Haha, I admire your passion for vengeance as it pertains to that specific scenario. What a spirited young man!!!
We’ll hold the fucker down:)
4) I’m gathering it freaks you out because you don’t know why you dream it? At first I was going to ask why in God’s name you would dream that little dream, but I’m really thinking you aren’t knowing why… hmm, leave that one to me.. I love finding out why people dream stuff.
5) I have ALWAYS wondered if you have fear of being on stage, for stagefright reasons and for safety reason’s… You just answered one of my questions. Thanks… although it doesn’t make it any more settling….
Ashleigh, holy shit, I have had dreams of driving from the back seat. NIGHTMARES OF DRIVING FROM THE BACK SEAT…
WHY!!!!! WHY DO I DREAM THIS?
I have no clue…and I have a zillion books on dream interpretation…it’s probably something psychological to do with feeling a lack of control or something. I dream I fly sometimes too. One time I had this CRAZY dream where I was holding onto one end of a grand piano pulling it up a hill on some street…and I’m only 5′2″ pulling this piano, thus I ended up chasing it down the road.
Dreams…the good ones are as close to heaven as you could ever be…
I love heaven style dreams. I wake up all cotton like not wanting to drive my car like a slug down the freeway to work the next day.
I once had a lucid dream, unfortunately I never have again. It was actually a nightmare.
Thoughts and dreams, what would life be without them?
Weird is right. It’s amazing the things you start to think of when you’re not feeling well…My horror feeling while being under the weather has always been an emptiness that rings throughout my entire body. Makes my teeth hurt just thinking about it. It’s impossible to explain, it just is.
Ode to the oddities of life.
Funny, shortly after seeing Matt live some time ago, I had a dream about him. He owned the largest mansion that I had ever seen, and since the gate to the mansion was open, I wandered into the backyard and found him sitting on a pool diving board in a speedo with shrimping equipment clenched in his hands.
I asked him what he was doing, and he responded by telling that he had decided to quit music forever and instead raise shrimp in his pool. When I asked why he wanted to quit music, he said he was quite worried that he would be injured onstage because he had somehow uncovered a conspiracy that a group of deranged ex-fans were out to get him.
“That’s horrible,” I said. “Have you considered moving away from here and adopting a new identity? I mean, shrimping in your backyard is one alternative, I suppose… But I don’t think shrimp can live in chlorinated pools for very long, and eventually, you’ll have to get another job.”
To which he responded: “No. I ain’t never leaving. Not… without… my… babies.” And then he dove into the pool.
And that was when I woke up.
I might note that only avid South Park viewers who have seen the episode entitled “Lice Capades” would fully appreciate the closing line.
OH since we’re talking about dreams, I gotta get this off my chest.
I broke the news to my husband last night that if we win the lottery at some point in our lives, I’m going to be giving some to Matty boy to fullfill his dream of performing with the VSO. Because it became my dream, too. So, yah,,, wee bit selfish, but hey.. MONEY ROCKS!!!!!!!!
You need to right another book. :)
I sometimes dream my pillow is too small for my head, but that’s usually because my cat has taken over my pillow.
My thing – and as a child the head doc couldn’t sort this – was nightmares of having huge hands. I was also terrified of the kitchen stool / my eiderdown / the bedroom door keyhole (given that I didn’t have one, that was particularly strange…) They sure are weird, dreams. I have dreamt, on more than one occasion, that you have killed ME. True. Don’t ask…
[quote comment="62653"]My thing – and as a child the head doc couldn’t sort this – was nightmares of having huge hands. I was also terrified of the kitchen stool / my eiderdown / the bedroom door keyhole (given that I didn’t have one, that was particularly strange…) They sure are weird, dreams. I have dreamt, on more than one occasion, that you have killed ME. True. Don’t ask…[/quote]
Whoa, I thought MY dream was messed up…
Okay…this really makes me wonder. Do all people have these kinds of messed up dreams or is it only people who listen to Matthew Good? Because…wow. I mean, shrimping in a backyard pool? A chainsaw wielding Whoopie Goldberg?? Not that my dreams about spelling bees and crossing flood plains are all that normal…but compared to some of these others?? Just…wow.
I have a dream where im swallowed by a giant Robotic clown head (like something from a giant mini putt) It freaks me out to no end….
Bill o’reilly needs to loose his show.
Death sucks.
I want to live to 203 and then die in my first rugby game.
Then become the earth.
Funny, five is one of mine too. Five was probably one of some of the people I had shot at too.
I often dream of losing all my teeth. I am in front of a mirror and can watch myself loosening them and finally pull them out of my mouth one by one. It’s sort of banal, but while being asleep it’s just horrifying.
What scares me most is to realize every day a new that I am an alien in my own home sphere. People I know and certainly like seem to be completely unable to turn their attention away from themselves and their own lives to those of others or to things of global importance. Starting up a discussion on current political events regularely earns me irritation and grinch status.
I surely hope you don’t become the stuff of rock and roll legend.
Just a question though,
Would the pistol whipping be a completely ramdom beatdown or would you try and spice it up a bit by aiming for a more specifically funny body part(s)?
I mean it’s one thing to pistol whip someone in the head 20 or 30 times but to pistol whip said person in the crotch for example… that would be the legendary moment.
I so look forward to my dreams, even the nightmares. I’m convinced that dreaming is what your brain does when it’s bored of instructing the liver staff in “alcohol filtering” or the stomach in “Big Mac Digestion”. It has these procedures down pat so a case of ADD hits it and it reaches back into the “Observation and Experience Bank” and starts mixing and matching. It starts asking itself questions like “What would happen if I put a big clown head on a frog? hmmmmmm” or “If we combine Kate Beckinsale, Scarlett Johanson, and Jessica Biel, what kind of woman would result and what kind of things can she possibly do to us?” The subconscience IS easily distracted from its day job and comes up with awesome shit.
Then, the magic happens! That’s right, the subconscience’s game of mixing and matching, trend analysis and future prediction gets something right! It predicts a future the conscience ends up living and we have Deja Vu! That moment where we sit there stunned, trying to figure out if we’ve done this before, is just the time our subconscience takes to take that “I told you it could happen!” dig at our conscience. High fives ensue, and then we return back to regulary scheduled programming. Awesome!
I can’t wait to go to sleep.
[quote comment="62639"]I’m not scared of being shot. Just scared of not getting to the person that did it and beating them with the gun until I succumb to my wounds.[/quote]
So, you’re scared of being shot by someone with good aim. Maybe don’t play any shows in Texas.
I’ve never understood fear of death. Fear of horribly painful, drawn-out dying, maybe, but death itself? You’ll be dead, you won’t know any different.
I’m sure they make giant pillows to accommodate equally giant heads.
Fox “News” scares me. So does really high wind. Explain THAT one.
[quote comment="62654"][quote comment="62653"]My thing – and as a child the head doc couldn’t sort this – was nightmares of having huge hands. I was also terrified of the kitchen stool / my eiderdown / the bedroom door keyhole (given that I didn’t have one, that was particularly strange…) They sure are weird, dreams. I have dreamt, on more than one occasion, that you have killed ME. True. Don’t ask…[/quote]
Whoa, I thought MY dream was messed up…[/quote]
I’m not joking.
But you’re the guy who said, “Don’t fear fear, fears the mind killer”??
joking of course but it’s good advice.
Spiders
Paris Hilton still famous
I’m scared of you not being well enough in time for the Jackson Triggs and Kee gigs and have to cancel. No pressure…. :)
I didn’t understand the head/pillow thing. Then I thought “What if my head was even bigger than it is (XXL hats) and was on a tiny pillow?”
It’s fucking creepy when you think about it…ew.
Matt- the right wing is there to remind us all that there will always something to fear………
Now take the likes of Beck & Hannity and imagine them with giant heads and tiny pillows.
**shiver**
[quote comment="62639"]I’m not scared of being shot. Just scared of not getting to the person that did it and beating them with the gun until I succumb to my wounds.[/quote]
I must say, that would be a pretty awesome way to go. Your tombstone could say:
Here lies Mathew Good
Musical legend,
Inspirational writer,
Badass motherfucker…
[quote comment="62655"]Okay…this really makes me wonder. Do all people have these kinds of messed up dreams or is it only people who listen to Matthew Good? Because…wow. I mean, shrimping in a backyard pool? A chainsaw wielding Whoopie Goldberg?? Not that my dreams about spelling bees and crossing flood plains are all that normal…but compared to some of these others?? Just…wow.[/quote]
I actually consider the shrimping dream quite normal in comparison to the kind of dreams I usually have. I once dreamt that I was a giant space mouse from the future who embarked on an RV trip across North America. And then there was that dream where I was a bingo ball. Or my stint as one of the Rice Krispies elves who was going through a really rough case of mid-life crisis…
I too look forward to dreams, as they often provide a good laugh upon wake-up.
Oh for sure dude… at least if you are gonna go out ( get shot), you have to go out fighting. I mean if the last smile (if i could throught the searing pain) that ever graced my face was the one I had because I managed to bitch slap/ pistol whip senseless, the asshole that did me in, at least I would die with a tiny bit of satisfaction.
…If not, I would come back and haunt that MF.
Big head, little pillow…. Wish I could place a significance on that one… I know your mind is always going, wheels always turning..Maybe you bring too many of those things to bed with you at night..but that doesn’t explain your fear… ??? I’m gonna ponder that one.
Death doesn’t scare me (at all)….leaving my kids behind does.
I had a nightmare that I grew up, turned into a web developer and gained a bunch of weight…
Oh wait.
I took a death class earlier this year and I’ve been reading The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying and The Tibetan Book of the Dead. I’ve realised that I’m not afraid of my own death but rather I’m afraid of the death of everyone I care about. Hopefully I’ll overcome that fear within the next few chapters.
I had a bizarre dream a while ago… I was in my house but it was a bed and breakfast which for some reason had a buffet table in our computer room/office. And then there was a whole bunch of people, and Matt was there. I went to get his autograph but all there was were paper plates from the buffet so I grabbed that and had Matt sign the plate… But then some guy came up and took the plate and put his food on it and then I stole the plate back but, of course, the autograph got all decimated by the guy eating off it… then Matt was gone and I never did get the autograph…
It was a weird dream.
But at least there weren’t needles because those terrify me to no end. I pass out and get panic attacks when I have to get shots or get bloodwork done. It’s really not cool.
myyoungdmode: That’s funny
Hello my name is Pam and I have a fear of shipwrecks.
[quote comment="62727"]But at least there weren’t needles because those terrify me to no end. I pass out and get panic attacks when I have to get shots or get bloodwork done. It’s really not cool.[/quote]
I’m the same way. I was always the kid on shot day in school that needed to lay down on a gym mat with a juice box. Just thinking about getting a shot or blood work done makes my left arm (aka the arm that always gets needles jabbed into it) goes numb. That said.. I also have 7 piercings and 2 tattoos, but I also got sick after each of those. I could never be a junkie, which I guess is a good thing though.
I am less afraid of dying, more of everyone I love dying before I do. That would be the worst!
also, I agree PLEASE WRITE ANOTHER BOOK!! that would make me smile :)
[quote comment="62639"]I’m not scared of being shot. Just scared of not getting to the person that did it and beating them with the gun until I succumb to my wounds.[/quote]
Well if you dont happen to get to that person who shoots you, I promise I will…..l got your back brotha!!
Why would you ever think that anyone would try and shoot you??????? Are you waiting for it to happen???
At least Goebbels called it the Ministry of Propaganda.
The right-wingers today call it ‘truth’ and ‘we report, you decide.’
Massive body; small bed or the reverse. I dream this quite often and feel like I’m half asleep during this “out of body experience”. I rather enjoy the bizarre sensation.
I remember when I was a young girl I dreamt and felt my body floating from my bed and into the corner of my room. I had to force myself to wake up and it was a challenge but sometimes I wonder wtf that was all about b/c I felt that if I didn’t wait up then, I never would. I was about 12.
As for you getting shot on stage? Who doesn’t love or at the very least like Matt Good?
[quote comment="62649"]Funny, shortly after seeing Matt live some time ago, I had a dream about him. He owned the largest mansion that I had ever seen, and since the gate to the mansion was open, I wandered into the backyard and found him sitting on a pool diving board in a speedo with shrimping equipment clenched in his hands..[/quote]
Dammit, as soon as you said “speedo” it went nightmare for me…. No offense to Matt, but I don’t believe ANY man on earth can pull that shit off. I’m going to pretend you said “underwear” and then it’s all good.
Interesting dream. I kinda like it.
“Fifth – being shot on stage and dying before I can get to the bastard and beat them with the pistol. Let’s face it, getting shot on stage is one thing. Getting shot on stage and then beating the person that shot you with their own gun with the last of your earthly energy is the stuff of rock and roll legend.”
this reminds me of Gangs of New York…
I’m not really afraid of death. It fascinates me. It might be different if I was faced with it, however.
I’m afraid of all the responsibility I have as a person, to my family, to all other people, to all other life in general. Thinking about that overwhelms me.
[quote comment="62768"]Massive body; small bed or the reverse. I dream this quite often and feel like I’m half asleep during this “out of body experience”. I rather enjoy the bizarre sensation.
I remember when I was a young girl I dreamt and felt my body floating from my bed and into the corner of my room. I had to force myself to wake up and it was a challenge but sometimes I wonder wtf that was all about b/c I felt that if I didn’t wait up then, I never would. I was about 12.
As for you getting shot on stage? Who doesn’t love or at the very least like Matt Good?[/quote]
The “out of body experience” you are describing is called hypnagogia. It is the transition between wakefulness and sleep. Everybody goes through it before falling asleep, but some people also experience a number of sensory effects (such as floating from the bed). I also have experienced a number of these effects while practicing lucid dreaming techniques (such as hearing strange noises, feeling as though my feet were about to shoot off my ankles, seeing people that weren’t really there and feeling as though the bed was jumping up and down).
See: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypnagogia
[quote comment="62639"]I’m not scared of being shot. Just scared of not getting to the person that did it and beating them with the gun until I succumb to my wounds.[/quote]
If you did manage to get to him, wouldn’t it make more sense to shoot him rather than beat with the gun?
dude, are you new here?
Mr. Good is anti guns.
How about these guns!!!
*(flexes)
I used to have the same nightmare over and over when I was growing up:
I was walking down a busy street and as I was walking everything started slowing down but there was this car and it was still going fast. I would try so hard to get away but it would chase me down and I swear I would wake up bawling. It was horrible. Imagine having that when you are like 10.
My biggest fears would be getting old, car accidents and bees. I hate bees.