again with the punk rock

For better or worse I feel I have to note this crazy dream my 50-year-old-self had last night. Or at least the part I remember before waking up. I was living in a group house (though an amazingly well-lit and located one, with views of an ocean cliff from one side of the bathroom, and a house next door that apparently contained all the old Dischord/Positive Force geriatrics out the windows on the other side of the room. I mention the windows, because apparently, in a hurry to shower and get to college (YEP, APPARENTLY MY SUBCONSCIOUS IS PISSED I DIDN'T FINISH SCHOOL)I managed to knock over what was a very layered and punk rock shower curtain and rod. As I scrambled to fix it, I yelled for my old pal Hillary (one of the few female housemates I ever had back in the punk rock days) whose voice emanated from the hallway to help me rebuild it. At the same time, a group of punk rock people, who were outfitted in costumes like you'd see at a new orleans funeral, started gathering outside the window in front of the door to the house next door. In ran my current puggle puppy, who immediately headed for all the people outside, and when I went to get her to come back, I overheard that the reason they were there was because Brian Baker (of Minor Threat) had died. This led me to wake up and immediately search the internet to find out if he indeed was dead. My life has taken a weird turn.