Someone, lay me down to sleep...
I had another dream last night. You know, one of those dreams where you don’t really know that you’re dreaming. Where everything seems more real to you than when you’re awake. Well, I had another one. I don’t know why they’ve been occurring more often than not lately. On the other hand, maybe I do.
I noticed another thing about my dream last night. Usually with dreams, after I wake up I can only remember bits and pieces, all out of order, as I try with a passion to put those pieces together somehow. Well, I remember all of last night’s dream, from beginning to end, like a movie in my head, totally unreal and at my disposal. And so, I press PLAY…
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“ Now I lay me down to sleep…”
It started off simply enough. It was a big day for me and hundreds of other music-lovers. I could tell they were music-lovers, not because of the way they dressed, the piercings on their face, or the exposure of their tattoos… those were all gone. I could tell because of the way they spoke and what it was that they had to say.
It was one of those dreams where I possessed a third-person point of view, like an out-of body experience. I could see myself running and talking… and smiling.
I immediately knew the familiar setting. It was an expanded version of the outside yard where I work. I say expanded because there were some things in the yard that don’t really exist in the yard, and some things that do.
I was with some old hometown buddies, cruising the grounds, until we reached a huge congregation of music-lovers. I dropped my friends off there and told them I’d be back. I felt like being alone.
“ I pray the Lord, my Soul to keep…”
I started to drive around for a while, aimlessly, in someone else’s car. I remember passing Chris’s dad on one of my high-throttle laps around the yard. Since I couldn’t help but see what was on his mind I got out of the car and walked over to him. He was already drunk. He started rambling on about how he thinks I’m such a great guy and that I should leave my band to join his son’s. I knew he was going there, so I gave my apologies and jumped right back into the car that wasn’t mine.
I got sick of driving around by myself and decided I would like to pick up my guitar for a while, so I drove on over to the drywall bay. As I got out of the car and paced towards my guitar, I could foresee what was going to happen. Sure enough, myriads of music-lovers began to make their way towards me. “I’ll come back later,” I thought. And then I sped away in the car that wasn’t mine.
“If I die before I wake…”
There’s some vagueness at this point. I don’t remember what it was that I did that led me back to the bay, but it doesn’t matter anyway. The important part is that I did go back. And there, I met her.
“I pray that girl, my heart she takes…”
She was totally unfamiliar. Light brown hair. Light eyes. Healthy white skin. A natural beauty and the glow of a perfect smile. Maybe she was familiar, I just didn’t recognize her.
She jumped right into the car and we sped away into the night. She started to tell me all about herself, and I told her about myself, and we were so happy. The perfect night. No place or destination in mind, and no need to plan. Just drop everything and go. We became so close so fast, it seemed unreal. Then again, it was a dream. I couldn’t help but feel that I’d found something special… and wonder if such a thing is meant to last.
~~
The rest of my dream consists of a car crash (everyone was okay), and my fight with the asshole who ruined everything. But I refuse to concentrate on these parts, for they turned my beautiful dream into a nightmare.
I think about it a lot. Why people refuse to make reality out of their dreams. Why they refuse to make the most out of their time and simply take advantage of every single moment and not regret the choices they’ve made. Or why they do things in dreams that they wouldn’t do in real life. But I guess I’m that way too sometimes.
That’s gonna change soon…
~~
I have dreamed a dream, but now that dream has gone from me…”
I noticed another thing about my dream last night. Usually with dreams, after I wake up I can only remember bits and pieces, all out of order, as I try with a passion to put those pieces together somehow. Well, I remember all of last night’s dream, from beginning to end, like a movie in my head, totally unreal and at my disposal. And so, I press PLAY…
~~
“ Now I lay me down to sleep…”
It started off simply enough. It was a big day for me and hundreds of other music-lovers. I could tell they were music-lovers, not because of the way they dressed, the piercings on their face, or the exposure of their tattoos… those were all gone. I could tell because of the way they spoke and what it was that they had to say.
It was one of those dreams where I possessed a third-person point of view, like an out-of body experience. I could see myself running and talking… and smiling.
I immediately knew the familiar setting. It was an expanded version of the outside yard where I work. I say expanded because there were some things in the yard that don’t really exist in the yard, and some things that do.
I was with some old hometown buddies, cruising the grounds, until we reached a huge congregation of music-lovers. I dropped my friends off there and told them I’d be back. I felt like being alone.
“ I pray the Lord, my Soul to keep…”
I started to drive around for a while, aimlessly, in someone else’s car. I remember passing Chris’s dad on one of my high-throttle laps around the yard. Since I couldn’t help but see what was on his mind I got out of the car and walked over to him. He was already drunk. He started rambling on about how he thinks I’m such a great guy and that I should leave my band to join his son’s. I knew he was going there, so I gave my apologies and jumped right back into the car that wasn’t mine.
I got sick of driving around by myself and decided I would like to pick up my guitar for a while, so I drove on over to the drywall bay. As I got out of the car and paced towards my guitar, I could foresee what was going to happen. Sure enough, myriads of music-lovers began to make their way towards me. “I’ll come back later,” I thought. And then I sped away in the car that wasn’t mine.
“If I die before I wake…”
There’s some vagueness at this point. I don’t remember what it was that I did that led me back to the bay, but it doesn’t matter anyway. The important part is that I did go back. And there, I met her.
“I pray that girl, my heart she takes…”
She was totally unfamiliar. Light brown hair. Light eyes. Healthy white skin. A natural beauty and the glow of a perfect smile. Maybe she was familiar, I just didn’t recognize her.
She jumped right into the car and we sped away into the night. She started to tell me all about herself, and I told her about myself, and we were so happy. The perfect night. No place or destination in mind, and no need to plan. Just drop everything and go. We became so close so fast, it seemed unreal. Then again, it was a dream. I couldn’t help but feel that I’d found something special… and wonder if such a thing is meant to last.
~~
The rest of my dream consists of a car crash (everyone was okay), and my fight with the asshole who ruined everything. But I refuse to concentrate on these parts, for they turned my beautiful dream into a nightmare.
I think about it a lot. Why people refuse to make reality out of their dreams. Why they refuse to make the most out of their time and simply take advantage of every single moment and not regret the choices they’ve made. Or why they do things in dreams that they wouldn’t do in real life. But I guess I’m that way too sometimes.
That’s gonna change soon…
~~
I have dreamed a dream, but now that dream has gone from me…”