Out of the Dungeon V

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Out of the Dungeon V: You Don't Like My Dream?
Kollege Than Better as a Narrative for our Personal Demons
by Neb

[Kollege Than Better was meant as an all-digital companion/opposite piece to the all-analog Better Than Kollege. All sounds were produced thru a secondhand laptop with no mics 'r inputs. Download it here.]

Had a dream the other night. Yup. OK...well just have a listen n if it bores you then tell me to shut up or somethin, cause I know most of tha time it just sucks listening to other peoples’ dreams unless there's somethin there you know about or can relate to. OK, good so here goes it...

I got thrown into the scene, me n Dr. Dre were just chillin there in his bedroom. He was on a laptop n I was just sitting on his bed staring at all these posters on the wall of chicks bent over motorcyles in short skirts next to his framed platinum records from the moronic RIAA. He turns around to talk to me and I freak out at his voice...it’s a freakin robot voice n after all those years of rappin he lost his real voice...try to have good flow with a staccato-y robot voice...not happenin...See, he had a computer hooked up to his brain and speakers under his shirt to project the sounds...n he would move his mouth to the words so it looked like he was talking...but it was just speakers under his shirt in the end. Anyway, what he said to me was this: "Yo, neb, let’s check out a haunted house. It’s almost Halloween. OK, it’s October 23rd n that’s only 8 days away n I'm tryna get scared r somethin."

I didn't know anythin could scare Dre cause he always comes across as a pretty tough guy...but i guess deep down he’s a softy. So we hit up the local haunted house n there were all these spookish ghosts and ghostlike trolls n stuff jumpin out of trash cans n kitchen sinks...See it was a normal house with all the lights on, not some dark one with a vampire in the attic at the end or whatever...and so we just ate dinner there n I wasn't even scared the whole time, not even when this wizard came out n turned his beard into flames so we could roast our chicken on a stick on it, but Dre was scared. That was until Satan came out, and he was demanding all this weird stuff like a mobile home and a bucket n he was trying to rap it I guess to impress Dre, but he sucked, n i was scared cause I didn't have any of that stuff and didn't want to make Satan mad.
So Dre called up his boy Ice Cube who came in n immediately defeated that whack MC Satan n I'm glad he did too. I wouldn't have known what to do otherwise...Dr. Dre is a great friend that way in that he always is lookin out for you against Satan n stuff.

We left there n Dre wanted to go downtown for the night. I was a bit hesitant cause there's always all these people down there tryin to peddle you stuff, like this one time I went down n some half drunk doofus had called up a payphone, so i answered it cause I like to answer ringing pay phones cause nobody uses them anymore cause everyone has stupid cellphones, so it’s bound to be an interesting person on the other line. But it was just some half drunk doofus trying to peddle me some wasp jerky...he said it was USDA approved which I SERIOUSLY doubt because wasps are dirty animals, but he wouldn't leave me alone n just kept callin back...finally Dre got up on the mic n told the guy he had a gun n would shoot him...he was being seriously weird. I hope he doesn't call again.

The inner liner notes of KTB. All typewritten liner notes
describing a story to the soundtrack, much as Neb is doing here.

So Dre was upset after that n wanted to go to the barber shop n get his hairdo worked on. He wanted that thing poofy n so we walked in n they were listening to Belle n Sebastian in there n i seriously began puking all over the floor....I felt bad cause we had only been there like a minute and hadn't given them any money yet.

They said they had a good remedy for a sick stomach in the back n took me back there n sat me down n handed me a fat blunt n I was like, “What is this?” n they said it was marijuana...I didn't even know that stuff existed so I took a little puff n immediately felt great.

Neb gets wild in his NSFTM fantasy world.

It felt like it was my birthday n everybody in the whole shop just started singing to me and stuff and it was awesome....but then all the sudden I started to have a bad trip n all these sharks swimming out of the mirrors right through the air tryna bite my behind and they had this really questionable look in their eyes like I had never seen a shark before.

Then I woke up.

Crazy dream huh?
Oh...you didn't like it that much?
I told you to stop me if you were gettin bored.
I guess you just didn't get everything that was goin on in it...which is OK I guess...cause if you were me you would love it.

-Neb
Lancaster, PA
Oct. 2k9
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