Dream A Little Dream With Me
pandora
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Lovely Life
I saw you, young man.
I have missed you.
Your crumpled fishing hat,
lightish curls forming around it,
your smile lights the darken theatre.
I could not make out your face....
but it is you.
You move quickly across the crowded room
to me.
We embrace and float
together as one
over the crimson carpet
for ever.
I whispered in your ear,
without thought....
Mama is proud
so very proud of you.
She watches over you
but still for her.
Your lovely life ... still hers.
The snow covered icy Lake Michigan,
cold like death, warm with memories
now it's brightest wakes me...
but still you stay young man.
Love still stays young man
and we miss you.
I saw you, young man.
I have missed you.
Your crumpled fishing hat,
lightish curls forming around it,
your smile lights the darken theatre.
I could not make out your face....
but it is you.
You move quickly across the crowded room
to me.
We embrace and float
together as one
over the crimson carpet
for ever.
I whispered in your ear,
without thought....
Mama is proud
so very proud of you.
She watches over you
but still for her.
Your lovely life ... still hers.
The snow covered icy Lake Michigan,
cold like death, warm with memories
now it's brightest wakes me...
but still you stay young man.
Love still stays young man
and we miss you.
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yes it is a message of love
oh
and
PLAY THE SOUTH! ...hee hee
very real ... very nice
funny you should say
cause it was the most vivid lovely part of the dream
it still feels very real
Thank you for sharing.
thank you for listening
the kind where light can barely make its way to the bottom.
All the way to the moss covered floor.
Dappled sunlight was showing me the way,
the way to nowhere,
and it felt good to be there with the trees.
I knew it was somewhere cause you were there,
everywhere.
It smelled good, cool, green, true.
No bullshit this time.
No heavy smell of lies or even the light scent of a tease.
No it was green and true,
no bullshit stinking things up.
I had no idea who I was looking for but there would be only you.
This I knew,
this I knew to be true.
I would know your voice and understand the words,
the voice and the words that live in my head.
Though this time pure, not hidden amongst many,
not hidden from any meaning.
No need to decipher, no need to pretend.
This time the words we would feel,
we would feel real together.
And we would forgive each other there in the deep green woods
of truth.
You ask why....
I had to wash away.
It came powerful, ceaseless.
Loud, too loud, rushing in my ears.
It drowned the cries of the birds,
my birds.
Water filled the streets, taking the sunset.
Gathering my life and moving it away,
far and away.
The sun rose on my new day,
peaceful, lovely, quiet.
I see a hummingbird sitting at the feeder,
so tiny yet so tough.
And my feeders need to be filled,
before the Deluge.
as i
we survive the passage of time
a black shadow behind curtains
fear
lay with me to rest
reverence the moral
in a story never told
to a story i won't hear
the perfect piece
yes peace
to keep it satisfied
red footprints
inked
by spilled blood
trace their path that never ends
through this dream that is a relic
surviving the passage of time
colors make rainbows
sounds make music
tastes make memories
eyes make love
embraces make tears
smiles make mine
You make a dream come true
"Your time has come"
'But they need me'
"you will always guide them"
'But they love me'
"this love will last"
'But it's so beautiful there'
"you can bring the beauty with you"
'But I just can't ....
I just can't say goodbye'
"you will never have to say goodbye"
'I will never have to say goodbye' ... whispers from a dream
two nights I dreamt of you.
Two nights in a row,
Why?
There were no words,
none.
Not either night.
Only your tall thinned body close to mine.
Close enough to hold, to kiss,
so real.
Your large eyes from the past,
filled with pain.
More pain than anyone knew.
Forgive me sweet friend, more pain than I knew.
Now, it leaves me missing you more than before.
Perhaps the reason why....
missing you my just punishment.
It played on through my dreams....
no,
my dreams played on to your voice.
The music guided, created, gave encore after encore.
Notes like steps,
movement a dance,
applause my peace.
This I can do,
night after night.
Send my credentials to the house of detention
thanks for the sweet words, friend
what the world needs more of... love... I borrowed that
There's a lot of dreams left to be had. Certain of that.
Reminds me of a time in my school English class - we were talking about dreams, aged 14, and this kid stood up and started describing his dream, wide eyed, in front of the class..... he was walking and walking through a dark damp triangular forest, he had a crossbow in his hand. He saw a deer flash across his path - raised up his crossbow - and the whole crossbow just wilted.
Everyone was listening with their mouths open, and the teacher just said 'Um, OK, thanks for that Jay, I think some people might be able to interpret something in that. You better sit down now.'
So be careful - we might just analyze you Pandi
Send my credentials to the house of detention
how I interpret Jay's dream is love ... of course... right
realizing the beauty before his eyes, the magnificence that is life,
he could not take it, he was unable to kill.
An empathy message that hopefully stuck through life,
most especially if it remained as pictures in his head years later.
I guess perhaps the teacher, as some, was thinking sexual performance
but I think sexual interpretation to be kind of a cop out
on the potential for the dream state.
Someday they may find that our subconscious is providing learning
material for our conscious,
that dreams are indeed a lesson, in themselves, as life experience is.
Analyze away
that can be the highest complement, that one would even care that much
and listen long enough
thank you for listening
and this reminds me of 'What Dreams May Come' a really far out movie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4FM1XaF6jo
"Thought is real. Physical is the illusion. Ironic, huh ?"
that Love wasn't strong enough to hold.
As clear as here, I walked and ran, watching the time tick away.
I was strong again, moved with flight, leaving the old bones behind.
Tears they dried, I returned, found you by my side.
Found our Love by my side...
strong enough to hold.
Powerful and lovely - a rare combination
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Bill Callahan eid ma clack shaw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ghP3DD2t6s
Working through death's pain
Last night I swear I felt your touch
Gentle and warm
The hair stood on my arms
How, how, how?
Show me the way, show me the way, show me the way
To shake a memory
I flipped my forelock, I twitched my withers, I reared and bucked
I could not put my rider aground
All these fine memories are fuckin' me down
I dreamed it was a dream that you were gone
I woke up feeling so ripped by reality
Love is the king of the beasts
And when it gets hungry it must kill to eat
Love is the king of the beasts
A lion walking down city streets
I fell back asleep some time later on
And I dreamed the perfect song
It held all the answers, like hands laid on
I woke halfway and scribbled it down
And in the morning what I wrote I read
It was hard to read at first but here's what it said
Eid ma clack shaw
Zupoven del ba
Mertepy ven seinur
Cofally ragdah
Show me the way, show me the way, show me the way
To shake a memory
A great interpretation...
Eid Ma Clack Shaw, as I hear it, is split into two parts. The narrator has two separate but equally important dreams. In the first dream, he has a dream in which his departed lover — by death or other means — visits him. That dream shakes the narrator, in such a profound manner that he is awakened. He wishes that there were a way to rid himself of such painful memories.
That dream leads into the second part of the song. The narrator falls back asleep and is suddenly inspired to compose the most perfect song. This song, he says, contains all the answers — perhaps how to rid himself of memories. He then somewhat awakens and manages to write down the lyrics to this song that he has written in the dream — but then when he fully awakens, he has scribbled the following:
Eid ma clack shaw
Zupoven del ba
Mertepy ven seinur
Cofally ragdah
He ends the song by repeating his desire to be able to rid himself of memories and he reminds us of the song that he wrote in his dream.
What can we do with knowledge that we learn in dreams?
Can we ever hope to take the knowledge outside of the dreams?
Or is it just that there is nothing really new in our dreams since they are created by our own brains and we should be able to find the knowledge if we can but delve into our own mindspace somehow?
In an interview with Uncut magazine, Mr. Callahan was asked about writing songs in dreams.
Have you ever “dreamed the perfect song”?
"I have dreamed melodies that made my heart weep and I have dreamed lyrics that would shatter the world. When I wake they run back into the woods."
What are your thoughts on the song and capturing dreams?
this is my absolute favorite of this dream epic
(and ditto dearest pandora on your "love you guys" post)
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
this dream left some great pics in it's wake... get it ... double pun there
liberate the conscious
release the subconscious
free to be all of me
with one mind
to embrace the space
the endless journey
for whole thought
a bigger spirit
a stronger soul
to be more
than before
lovely Pandora....
I hope your day is as great as you!
in that dream, never elusive as the others.
Time and again,
it returns to ease my heavy heart, warm and safe.
And when I awake, I smile, I laugh.
The pain of yesterday gone, for now, for today.
And the hope to dream again, remains.