May 03, 2010 13:15
Nightmare last night: someone rushing in to tell us very bad news about Gary, right when choir was warming up for the 9:00 service. People were gasping for breath as if they got hit in the solar plexus, sitting down as if their legs turned to jelly. In the dream i could hear the floor creak and the sound of breath hurting in human lungs.
Dad taught us as kids to get out of nightmares by "taking the director's chair" and changing the plot. So in the dream I stood up front and sang one of our Threshold songs, that Beth wrote, "There is a Love". People picked it up and started singing it too. Then Gary walked in waving his hands in front of him like "don't believe the hype, everything's fine y'all" and sat in his usual place in the pews listening to us warm up.
In real life it wouldn't be me singing the song... My brain just likes me to star in my own movies. Thanks, brain! (but no thanks, brain, for giving me nightmares about stuff).
Thanks Beth for writing the beautiful song. Thanks Dad for teaching us some of those weird skills you picked up from self-help books when you were a skinny college kid with a brogue. It is also great to be part of choirs and choruses; then you aren't as alone and scared in nightmares because they can be in there with you.