Saxophone of Doom...
So here's a recollection of a couple of dreams I had Sunday morning...
First dream. At one point I felt like I had woken up and jogged uncontrollably into my brother Greg's bedroom, hitting against the wall inside the doorway and jarring him awake, at which point I finally regained control of myself and apologized for the disturbance. Incidentally, he had been sleeping with his head at the foot of the bed.
Later, I found myself trying to fall asleep lying in the back of an SUV being driven by my dad. After a few moments lying there, I heard what sounded like a school band practicing in a passing freight truck, but after a few seconds it resolved to a single baritone saxophone, which I only heard through my left ear, playing a variation on "I've Been Working On The Railroad" (that is, if it had been in the key of C, instead of the notes being "C, G C G C D E, C" it was "C, G C G C E G, E" so that the last part of the measure was arpeggiated instead of running up the scale). But it seemed to me that it was in the key of the song "Shoehorn With Teeth", which turned out to be D#. Anyway, since I felt that the tune was a little unnatural, and as I was becoming conscious of the fact that I could only hear it through my left ear, I woke up -- or at least I thought I did. I lay "awake", staring in the darkness towards the head of my bed, with my own head at the footboard. In intervals of perhaps half a second, the view in front of me was repeatedly twisting clockwise and rushing away, as if I were falling backwards away from the head of my bed, and once again I was completely unable to take control of myself. Meanwhile, the baritone saxophone of doom continued to repeat the first two measures of the tune through my left ear. After 3 or 4 seconds (which, in such a state, is, of course, 3 or 4 seconds too long) I finally regained proper control and woke up, my heart racing, and still feeling very paranoid that I might still be dreaming. Luckily, taking a break to write it all down helped me calm my nerves, and I had no more dreams like that, thankfully, that night.
First dream. At one point I felt like I had woken up and jogged uncontrollably into my brother Greg's bedroom, hitting against the wall inside the doorway and jarring him awake, at which point I finally regained control of myself and apologized for the disturbance. Incidentally, he had been sleeping with his head at the foot of the bed.
Later, I found myself trying to fall asleep lying in the back of an SUV being driven by my dad. After a few moments lying there, I heard what sounded like a school band practicing in a passing freight truck, but after a few seconds it resolved to a single baritone saxophone, which I only heard through my left ear, playing a variation on "I've Been Working On The Railroad" (that is, if it had been in the key of C, instead of the notes being "C, G C G C D E, C" it was "C, G C G C E G, E" so that the last part of the measure was arpeggiated instead of running up the scale). But it seemed to me that it was in the key of the song "Shoehorn With Teeth", which turned out to be D#. Anyway, since I felt that the tune was a little unnatural, and as I was becoming conscious of the fact that I could only hear it through my left ear, I woke up -- or at least I thought I did. I lay "awake", staring in the darkness towards the head of my bed, with my own head at the footboard. In intervals of perhaps half a second, the view in front of me was repeatedly twisting clockwise and rushing away, as if I were falling backwards away from the head of my bed, and once again I was completely unable to take control of myself. Meanwhile, the baritone saxophone of doom continued to repeat the first two measures of the tune through my left ear. After 3 or 4 seconds (which, in such a state, is, of course, 3 or 4 seconds too long) I finally regained proper control and woke up, my heart racing, and still feeling very paranoid that I might still be dreaming. Luckily, taking a break to write it all down helped me calm my nerves, and I had no more dreams like that, thankfully, that night.