Friday, September 18, 2009

# 9 Dream

"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.

2 comments:

primalscreamx said...

That one happens to me all the time. I think it means I left my car keys in my coat pocket.

Tor Hershman said...

Life is less than a dream .