Happy MLK JR Day to all!
Our celebration of this holiday involves listening to U2's "Pride (In the name of love)" and posting our vivid dream recollections.
I have a head cold and always have stranger dreams when I am sick. Since last night's dream is most fresh, I will tell about that one. I am on the phone with Tiff and she tells me she has a great idea for a music video. After talking to her, I turn on the TV and there she is on MTV! She and Ringo have marimbas set up in the concrete center of a busy 4-lane street, just under a traffic light. They are playing, and then Dave steps on top of a car with a microphone and starts singing. (18-year-old, long-haired, jean-jacketed, bearded Dave). Then the video shows him getting off the car, still singing, walking amid multiples of Daves all over the place at various adolescent ages... there is a big crowd of them. It's very bizarre. I look over at Chadd (still the dream) who is asleep, and wake him up, saying: "Look- it's Dave... that guy I was engaged to!" And he sleepily looks over at the TV. Then Charlie starts making noise in the next room and I wake up.
Another vivid dream from when I was 14 years old:
There is a tall chest at my mom's house that she had made for Ray and I when I was little. In my dream, my 3-year-old self is looking at me with disapproval. A wave of shame crashes through me and I feel convicted by her glare. So, I pick her up like a baby in my arms, take her over to the cabinet/chest and lift up the lid to the little storage compartment, putting her inside and shutting the door, so I can't see her look at me that way anymore. Yeah. Creepy one... still vivid.
In another dream when I was 10, my best friend who had moved to Germany came back. It was so real and I was so elated that I woke up and expected to see her when i opened my bedroom door. It was really emotional.
Okay. That's all I have time to remember. The small ones are too quiet downstairs :)
Monday, January 19, 2009
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