"Was it in a dream, was it just a dream?"
I have no idea why, but I rarely dream anymore. This one was weird.
A Velvet gig was going to happen. The bar was right around the corner. I kept thinking to myself, "I don't know if we start at 8 or 8:30?" (This is preposterously too early for any gig, but dreams contain both the sublime and the ridiculous.) I looked up at a clock and saw that it was 10:20 something. Boy, am I late. I kept thinking I need to just grab my amp and guitar and zoom into the club.
Scence change.
A long ago girlfriend is lying in bed. The cover is white and is pulled up to her neck. She shivers.
"Are you cold?"
She nods yes.
I crawl into bed and then my mind goes to the gutter: she is nude underneath those covers.
Poof. The alarm goes off and it's time to get ready for work.
Just when the dream was getting good.
Damn.
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2 comments:
That one happens to me all the time. I think it means I left my car keys in my coat pocket.
Life is less than a dream .
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