So, this isn’t going to make much sense, but it was wonderful. Essentially, I’ve just woken up from a particularly intense barrage of dreams, but I’ve got to go somewhere pretty soon (Tai Chi practice marathon) so can’t go too in depth, I just want to cement some of what happened.
It all started with what I’m supposed to be doing this afternoon, going to the maison de la femme-geek. But as I got there it turned out the house had been invaded by dalek. It also turned out that I was a cross between John McClane and the Doctor (I’m considering taking out a bet on Willis being Doctor eleven. Imagine the odds on that one).
So yeah, basicaly, I was in the midst of the new Die Hard film, the one where Bruce Willis halts the Dalek invasion of British suburbia. Every body in the house had been killed, or put under mind control, but we escaped because we got there late (quelle surprise) and pretended to be zombified. Anyway, zoom forward through loads of guerilla resistance tactics in the increasingly complex magnolia bungalow, and suddenly I’m sitting on a sofa, expressing immense bafflement to Will (close friend going up, died in a car crash when we were nineteen. I miss him and love him every singe day), at the fact that the latest Die Hard film was good, but seemed a bit out of character, with the usual annual terrorist threat being replaced by pepperpot shaped aliens.
It’s a bit of a departure, is all I’m saying.
Anyway, so it seems I pop round to Ali-Ed’s house, and they’re watching a film on the telly called something like ‘Think about you and me’, the only distinguishing feature that I can remember being a one eyed Korean man. A fly flies onto his face, lands on the space where his missing eye is, and burrows into it, creating a tiny, black, marble like eye.
It was freaky.
Anyway, they’re arguing about whether to go see this film or not, so I leave them to be. Walk out the door, through the telly (I know….but this was a dream, yeah, this shit can happen) and into a performance, tied in with a film screening, of a huge big band. The music was awesome, but I barely saw the screen. The big trumpeter was amazing though. He kept on jumping through the seated parts of the band, and expanding in size. Really good trumpet though.
Anyway, I feel a tickle on my neck, and Ali-Ed are sitting behind me, with Ed tickling my neck to get my attention, I tell him how nice it feels, and then Ali tells me a joke that goes something like (I wish I had precision on this, because it’s possibly the weirdest phrase ever, and it was great): ‘We all know that Enya enjoys nothing like an ordinary sex life. Does she:
a: never a
b: only ever b
c: only ever c
or d: settle for the
I fail to get the joke, but Ed explains to me that in the bbc quiz style (I’m not making this up, well, my subconscious was, but lets not go there), the next word would be e, and when you settle for e, it means your always going up.
At this point, it’s the interval, and the crowd leaves the auditorium, Poo and Hell (an ex girlfriend and close friend, and her/our best friend) sneak in, and try and sit with me. It becomes apparent that I ditched them earlier, and I apologise, though they understand (retroactively, they with with me in the Doctor Hard house…which incidentally, would be the name of a DJ I would die rather than see). So they sit down and we wait for the second half of the movie/band.
And my eyes open.
Weirdest fucking dream. Really vivid, and full of intricate artistic structures. Like, when I say we zoomed through the rest of the film, I can’t remember the details, but the whole film, beginning to end, was played out. And the band performance was fully worked out. And that joke made sense somehow. Kinda wonderful, and lots of people in it I have seen for a while (I bumped into Ed the other day, but only briefly).
It always freaks me out when Will’s in my dreams. There’s a whole dream continuity where he came back to life and it’s weird, but he’s still there in my life. I find it unsettling. I can deal with his death, but his undeath, that freaks me out.
I have been thinking about him a lot the last couple of days. My walk in the cemetary was kinda dedicated to him. When we were little we used to explore random foliage and trees and stuff, and as we grew up our relationship focussed heavily on music, and I was listening to music in the cemetary, as well as exploring.
Everything I do, I do it with him…in a way. Sometimes I feel like he had some much effect on me, that my eyes and ears are in debt to him. So I figure he’s watching and listening with me.
But that’s off topic. Anyone willing to try and analyse my dream? Or just express utter bafflement?
Dreams are cool.
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