I take it the following doesn't really mean anything?
"Eid ma clack shaw
Zupoven del ba
Mertepy ven seinur
Cofally ragdah"
I had a dream a couple of months after my uncle died of cancer (55 yrs old) that I got to talk to him (even though in my dream he was also dead) and I asked him about dying. The words he was saying were not making a great deal of sense, like they were getting jumbled before he could get them out, like he was just learning to communitcate and actually very much like my grandmother who has dementia (she was his mother and he was her carer), but I could pick up the sense of what he was trying to say. The gist of what he was saying was that dying felt like being blown away on the wind in a wonderful (perhaps not the best word to use) way. but the most important thing he said to me I couldn't dicipher - he said "magical beardy egg" and the above lyrics remind me of that.
by the way, I am completely unmusical, but I have come up with some great songs in my dreams, not as a musician in my dreams, but just incidental music that is in my dreams that does not exist in reality. I have heard brand new pearljam songs in my dreams (purely my imagination, but no less cool), and I quite regularly have soundtracks to my dreams, which I don't realise until I wake up with the songs in my head. I remember a full on, action-packed dream that had a punk music soundtrack in the back ground (I don't even really listen to punk music, but I woke up with a great song ing my head).
My favorite of Bill Callahan and yes you are correct.
Nonsense words of a dream ...
the dreamer wanting to write a perfect song to take away memories.
When Bill was asked
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."
dreams certainly have a way of doing this and one is left standing on the edge of the woods
can not see for the woods but left with just a feeling.
It is like be snapped back from another world with something that remains.
I have never dreamed nonsense words that I remember ...
my dreams are pictures ... like a photograph
that remain and a feeling and or knowledge from that.
Some more meaningful than others, those pictures never leave me....
not years later.
I too unmusical but I have dreamed PJ songs too ... funny.
They don't stay long but they are fun.
Your dream.... "The gist of what he was saying was that dying felt like being blown away on the wind in a wonderful (perhaps not the best word to use) way."
I was left with this from a recent dream...
'butterflies carried on the wind,
though a wind we can not see nor feel
but for the butterfly and the journey.'
and this from 15 years ago that has stayed and changed me forever
'Why do they call it dying when it is leaving this world'
and wonderful is just right to me ...
there is nothing to fear but death itself
it is a journey on.
Talking about death and dreams, I drempt I was shot point blank in the head by my dad "for my own good". Do you think it was weird that the next time I went to visit him I locked my bedroom door at night?
My bestfriend used to have dreams where we had had a fight and she would be pissed off at me the whole next day, even though nothing bad had happened between us in real life dreams really are real to the dreamer, aren't they?
feelings from dreams come to stay ... not weird at all
sometimes dreams more real than we ever expected or wished they were.
With all the holiday preparations, I lay down, weary for a nap.
I reach to hold my Maddie, snuzzle her warm against my chest.
Lucy she is curled up in the nook of my bended knees.
The windchimes lull me off to sleep, as a holiday song plays soft.
For a moment as I leave to dream, together they sound as one.
My dream takes me back to the tiny room, the tiny room wth you.
Sleet falls outside the window, no, that is not snow, I know.
I agree with you, Mama. I always do, you know.
You lay upon the bed, sleep your only escape,
even in my dream I know and somehow can relate.
You have long since let it go, this world you no longer want,
just to be there in your dream, the need is all you have.
Hushed we speak together so as not to disturb Mama's rest,
our sadden eyes upon her.
I meet your eyes, I hold them, your green eyes of our lifetime,
the window to our soul and I but a twinkle of yours.
A rush of love and strength pours through me
'Daddy you are here! You are here to wait with me!
You look just as I remember, jolly, bright and good.
If ever there was a perfect Santa, Daddy it was you!
You are here to be with Mama, make her smile and laugh again.
Fill her dreams with hope and love,
then do the same for me'
I hear your reply, as I waken to remember,
I speak your words out loud ...
"we are here together where time does not exist
we are but a dream away and everything you wish"
Merry Christmas Mom and Dad!
thank you for always being there ... just a dream away
With all the holiday preparations, I lay down, weary for a nap.
I reach to hold my Maddie, snuzzle her warm against my chest.
Lucy she is curled up in the nook of my bended knees.
The windchimes lull me off to sleep, as a holiday song plays soft.
For a moment as I leave to dream, together they sound as one.
My dream takes me back to the tiny room, the tiny room wth you.
Sleet falls outside the window, no, that is not snow, I know.
I agree with you, Mama. I always do, you know.
You lay upon the bed, sleep your only escape,
even in my dream I know and somehow can relate.
You have long since let it go, this world you no longer want,
just to be there in your dream, the need is all you have.
Hushed we speak together so as not to disturb Mama's rest,
our sadden eyes upon her.
I meet your eyes, I hold them, your green eyes of our lifetime,
the window to our soul and I but a twinkle of yours.
A rush of love and strength pours through me
'Daddy you are here! You are here to wait with me!
You look just as I remember, jolly, bright and good.
If ever there was a perfect Santa, Daddy it was you!
You are here to be with Mama, make her smile and laugh again.
Fill her dreams with hope and love,
then do the same for me'
I hear your reply, as I waken to remember,
I speak your words out loud ...
"we are here together where time does not exist
we are but a dream away and everything you wish"
Merry Christmas Mom and Dad!
thank you for always being there ... just a dream away
Do you ever try to interpret your dreams, or do you just accept them as nonsense?
I had a dream last night that left me feeling like it was meant to be interpreted in my waking life. In my dream there was a person that I found very intriguing, and wanted to be around,and learn more about them. Everyone around me also seemed to find this person intriguing, but I'm pretty sure this person kept trying to poison me by spiking my drink, and got really annoyed when I didn't drink it. They also claimed to be great at science, studying to be a doctor, and promoted themselves as someone who was nicer than the nicest person you ever met. Deep down I didn't trust a word they were saying and I could see I was being deceived, but on the surface I was really enjoying their company and asking them heaps of questions to try learn more about them. I could see that they were lying by big-noting themselves, but I studied science at uni, so I thought I might trip them up with some of their answers. The answers were too vague to trip them up, but I was just so interested in this person, it was bazaar, especially when I could tell how bad they were (a pathological liar who was trying to kill me), but I felt that I could avoid that and enjoy their company.
Any theories on what this one might mean?
sounds like here
another day in the club
seriously
perhaps it was more of a premonition dream ...
see where your feelings go in the coming days
perhaps a rush of deja vu will send you reeling and wanting more
and maybe not ...
more
Forced abortion and subsequent sterilization
the law of the land...
The young woman runs through the wildflowers
hits the ground and disappears in fragrant blossoms
at the sounds overhead.
She rolls over and places her palms
on her growing stomach... "it's ok baby" she whispers,
it is only baby that can hear
for the sound of the low flying planes.
Her eyes raise to see the cloudless sky above
she looks past this to the eyes of God,
the sun, the warmth, the light, "take us now please, together...
together"
the burning gunfire from above
rips through her chest and his,
sprinkling broken wildflowers
over their body, their body taken together.
the wide road ahead covered in deep ice covered snow
rutted by millions before me
I glided along
the sun shone bright without heat
no melting the frigid
I turned the corner to find a dog lying in the road
two dogs
frantic to know the story in that flash of that second
I came closer
the pitiful sound of whimpering with each breath
stopped me short
one dog lay frozen
lay dead
the other crying by it's side
moving without purpose without thought
moving on
I turned to look back
that dog's face I will never forget
now a picture left
one of many
I wish I could forget
startled from that place I lay listening to my two
hoping I do not see his face here
where I am safe where we are safe
why are some fortunate and why are some not
and why must the pictures stay
and why
why are they found here after I leave them there
just like every person
that lives directly on the opposite side of the globe
that starve to death because they were born there
and I don't because I was born here
the wide road ahead covered in deep ice covered snow
rutted by millions before me
I glided along
the sun shone bright without heat
no melting the frigid
I turned the corner to find a dog lying in the road
two dogs
frantic to know the story in that flash of that second
I came closer
the pitiful sound of whimpering with each breath
stopped me short
one dog lay frozen
lay dead
the other crying by it's side
moving without purpose without thought
moving on
I turned to look back
that dog's face I will never forget
now a picture left
one of many
I wish I could forget
startled from that place I lay listening to my two
hoping I do not see his face here
where I am safe where we are safe
why are some fortunate and why are some not
and why must the pictures stay
and why
why are they found here after I leave them there
just like every person
that lives directly on the opposite side of the globe
that starve to death because they were born there
and I don't because I was born here
Its like yesterday but almost two decades now, adrenaline filled memory keeps it new. The shocking news of my father was breaking hearts all over the place. He was loved, what more tells of a good life lived. I felt so small like a helpless little kid again. I guess we never really grow up till we live without our parents. Until we have to say goodbye.The days that followed are a daze. My then small kids and my wife, we all flew North.
Family gatherings had too many tears and some sad laughter. Grandchildren's faces buried in loving arms of dozens of family members. My sister and my mother and wife, grief seen in every strained, every drained movement they made. My father could always break the ladies hearts. Handsome, nicknamed Cap from his Airforce years, full head of white hair, funny as hell with always a joke. He'd give you the shirt off his back.He cared and let everyone know that, especially the ladies in his life.
Unbelievably in the days leading up to the shocking news they were already lived in a dream. Not to be a blessing but a guilty horror leaving behind years of what ifs. If only I had listened, if only we had made the call but it was only a dream.This tormented my wife's heart through the days of goodbyes. The pictures flashed and their meaning was now clear and brutal. All that was in a dream some forty eight hours previous was to be. The whys and the hows followed us, haunted her for years. The dreams continue still but now she has made sense. My brave lady has found peace in God, the answers to the hows and whys she found in his loving presence rejuvenating her and guiding her to a purpose in life.
When I watch her dream and I often do I wonder what will be, so yes, love of my life, I will dream
a little dream beside you forever and then some.
That what you fear the most could meet you halfway
I had a dream the other night I actually remembered, not like my wife who lives
dreams. That other place I barely know. My dreams usually entail printing something
and it going all wrong, very wrong and it feels like the dream lasts all night.
I wake up beat before the day begins.
Not this dream though, this one was really nice. A beach setting, my girl, my girl dogs,
sunshine, drinks, music at a tiki bar. I'm thinking now I'm gonna have to make this dream come true,
I think I will surprise them all.
That what you fear the most could meet you halfway
Comments
I am managing the river
learning the currents
flowing and floating
weaving my way
directed by land that holds me
'an unmanned vessel goes in circles'
I am mother with unborn child
my life blood shared
I have a choice of dance
the love of song
I am conducted by miracles
'an unmanned vessel goes in circles'
I have words
the vessel of thought
enlightened and bright
carrying me to you
then us straight down
The River Eternity.
Don't cry because sadness lays too long
Don't worry because worries never last
Don't be angry because I will never win
Don't fear because I can not fail
Don't hate because love must get in
Now sleep because tomorrow's on it's way
Now sleep because tomorrow's another day
as we close our eyes
we are
another dream to hold
a sleeping wish brings
longing arms and hopes fulfilled
no need to control
as the story unfolds
we will be what we know will be
now held in our dream
forever saved
future present past
near to impossible to miss a train
old voices are easy to hear
but laughter escapes me.
Put your sweater on I'm cold
like a train whistle you're not alone
watch the ship rolling on waves
and say tomorrow is another day.
Thank you
It's been so cold in the house my dreams have taken on a chill ...
walls of snow
a maze of white
barefoot i run this way
the sky deep blue
flakes twinkle like stars
almost suspended
they fall all day
they cover my feet
which are numb by now
to numb to run anymore
i slide and i slip
'round each corner that comes
there it is
the tunnel of blue
a clear door it hangs
just slightly ajar
i hear the icicles
they're dripping blue
they drip some more
to the tune of you
to the tune
the color of blue
beyond from sight
the warmth of light
my golden blanket
it's folded just right
return to dream
golden sands warming feet
i hear the waves
they're crashing blue
they crash some more
to the tune of you
to the tune
the color of blue
Nonsense words of a dream ...
the dreamer wanting to write a perfect song to take away memories.
When Bill was asked
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."
dreams certainly have a way of doing this and one is left standing on the edge of the woods
can not see for the woods but left with just a feeling.
It is like be snapped back from another world with something that remains.
I have never dreamed nonsense words that I remember ...
my dreams are pictures ... like a photograph
that remain and a feeling and or knowledge from that.
Some more meaningful than others, those pictures never leave me....
not years later.
I too unmusical but I have dreamed PJ songs too ... funny.
They don't stay long but they are fun.
Your dream....
"The gist of what he was saying was that dying felt like being blown away on the wind in a wonderful (perhaps not the best word to use) way."
I was left with this from a recent dream...
'butterflies carried on the wind,
though a wind we can not see nor feel
but for the butterfly and the journey.'
and this from 15 years ago that has stayed and changed me forever
'Why do they call it dying when it is leaving this world'
and wonderful is just right to me ...
there is nothing to fear but death itself
it is a journey on.
Thank you for sharing and reading
Godfather.
sometimes dreams more real than we ever expected or wished they were.
I love that you love that!
thank you Godfather
I reach to hold my Maddie, snuzzle her warm against my chest.
Lucy she is curled up in the nook of my bended knees.
The windchimes lull me off to sleep, as a holiday song plays soft.
For a moment as I leave to dream, together they sound as one.
My dream takes me back to the tiny room, the tiny room wth you.
Sleet falls outside the window, no, that is not snow, I know.
I agree with you, Mama. I always do, you know.
You lay upon the bed, sleep your only escape,
even in my dream I know and somehow can relate.
You have long since let it go, this world you no longer want,
just to be there in your dream, the need is all you have.
Hushed we speak together so as not to disturb Mama's rest,
our sadden eyes upon her.
I meet your eyes, I hold them, your green eyes of our lifetime,
the window to our soul and I but a twinkle of yours.
A rush of love and strength pours through me
'Daddy you are here! You are here to wait with me!
You look just as I remember, jolly, bright and good.
If ever there was a perfect Santa, Daddy it was you!
You are here to be with Mama, make her smile and laugh again.
Fill her dreams with hope and love,
then do the same for me'
I hear your reply, as I waken to remember,
I speak your words out loud ...
"we are here together where time does not exist
we are but a dream away and everything you wish"
Merry Christmas Mom and Dad!
thank you for always being there ... just a dream away
thank you
Merry Christmas to you!
sounds like here
another day in the club
seriously
perhaps it was more of a premonition dream ...
see where your feelings go in the coming days
perhaps a rush of deja vu will send you reeling and wanting more
and maybe not ...
more
feels like fear
This ladder, cumbersome, why must I carry it?
I can not remember.
The banks below covered in a thick lush brush,
a green never seen before.
Water reflecting light without color, without depth,
rushing without sound, no fragrance in the air.
This ladder, so heavy, I must drag it now.
I am weary.
Moving backwards, dragging the ladder over the bridge,
clumsily...
I fall over the edge...
ladder and all.
Laying in the greenery
peering up at the bridge
I wonder...
how?
how will I ever get back up there?
ah yes the ladder
good thing ...
I have a ladder...
This is life.
the law of the land...
The young woman runs through the wildflowers
hits the ground and disappears in fragrant blossoms
at the sounds overhead.
She rolls over and places her palms
on her growing stomach...
"it's ok baby" she whispers,
it is only baby that can hear
for the sound of the low flying planes.
Her eyes raise to see the cloudless sky above
she looks past this to the eyes of God,
the sun, the warmth, the light,
"take us now please, together...
together"
the burning gunfire from above
rips through her chest and his,
sprinkling broken wildflowers
over their body, their body taken together.
rutted by millions before me
I glided along
the sun shone bright without heat
no melting the frigid
I turned the corner to find a dog lying in the road
two dogs
frantic to know the story in that flash of that second
I came closer
the pitiful sound of whimpering with each breath
stopped me short
one dog lay frozen
lay dead
the other crying by it's side
moving without purpose without thought
moving on
I turned to look back
that dog's face I will never forget
now a picture left
one of many
I wish I could forget
startled from that place I lay listening to my two
hoping I do not see his face here
where I am safe where we are safe
why are some fortunate and why are some not
and why must the pictures stay
and why
why are they found here after I leave them there
just like every person
that lives directly on the opposite side of the globe
that starve to death because they were born there
and I don't because I was born here
Family gatherings had too many tears and some sad laughter. Grandchildren's faces buried in loving arms of dozens of family members. My sister and my mother and wife, grief seen in every strained, every drained movement they made. My father could always break the ladies hearts. Handsome, nicknamed Cap from his Airforce years, full head of white hair, funny as hell with always a joke. He'd give you the shirt off his back.He cared and let everyone know that, especially the ladies in his life.
Unbelievably in the days leading up to the shocking news they were already lived in a dream. Not to be a blessing but a guilty horror leaving behind years of what ifs. If only I had listened, if only we had made the call but it was only a dream.This tormented my wife's heart through the days of goodbyes. The pictures flashed and their meaning was now clear and brutal. All that was in a dream some forty eight hours previous was to be. The whys and the hows followed us, haunted her for years. The dreams continue still but now she has made sense. My brave lady has found peace in God, the answers to the hows and whys she found in his loving presence rejuvenating her and guiding her to a purpose in life.
When I watch her dream and I often do I wonder what will be, so yes, love of my life, I will dream
a little dream beside you forever and then some.
no I'm looking straight ahead
into moments that live inside your eyes
moments that make me come alive.
the radieo sings a lulaby
a song that echos in my mind
a rocky mountian way
that carries thru the night.
Godfather.
dreams. That other place I barely know. My dreams usually entail printing something
and it going all wrong, very wrong and it feels like the dream lasts all night.
I wake up beat before the day begins.
Not this dream though, this one was really nice. A beach setting, my girl, my girl dogs,
sunshine, drinks, music at a tiki bar. I'm thinking now I'm gonna have to make this dream come true,
I think I will surprise them all.