Many years ago when I was young and numb, I had a dream about a family; a very dysfunctional family. Run by a single mother, a deranged daughter and a wacky son created havoc, outrageous chaos and destruction, anywhere they went, anywthing they touched. They swept in, wreaked their havoc and departed without so much as a, "Sorry for fucking up your sleep" apology.
The dreams were never quite nightmares, but they were seldom pleasant either. The crew always brought with them levels of chaos that overwhelmed my ability to fight the dream. I have learned to ride it out, hoping I will wake up sooner than later.
Last night or rather at dark thirty in the morning, the crazy family decided to visit again. I was again forced to pry my eyes open long before I wanted to, just to escape the relentless madness I was dealing with. Again, their visit was not nightmarish, just Crazy Shit Squared.
I woke up reaching for the small notebook I try to keep handy for moments like this. Before I had put my glasses on, I was writing in this notebook through the haze of just waking up and while trying to focus nearsighted eyes. I tried to scrawl legibly in that notebook all that I could remember at that moment. I have learned that when I have a bizarre dream, if I want to remember it, writing it down as soon as I wake up is often key.
Opening Scene
I am in the bathroom having an embarrassing lower GI moment on the toilet. I hear the bathroom door open and Crazy Mom bursts in. She begins yelling at me that I had promised to help and her maniac kids find some pot to buy. She is so absorbed in busting my chops, it takes some time for her to notice the painful expression on my face and that I am doubled over sitting on the crapper. Through clenched teeth, I scream at her to get out.
Scene Change
I leave the bathroom to find Crazy Mom and her family have ransacked every room in my house/ apartment. (I am not sure what it was. It certainly was not my house here on Sam Page Road.) Her insane daughter grabs me by one hand, her wacked brother grabs my other hand. I am dragged to a car outside. It is an old yellow convertible with a bench front seat. It is adorned with big 1950s fins, but I cannot make out the model. Crazy Mom is waiting behind the wheel. Suddenly, a new character appears. It's Crazy Mom's new boy friend who pushes her over. He slides in and takes the wheel.
He says something like, "We'll find the pot faster if I drive."
Meanwhile the wacked brother is yammering and bending my ear about something I cannot remember now. We drive and drive........ and drive some more. Odd moments of passing scenery fly by. Snippets and flashes of critters that are flying, but are not normally known for that ability. Buildings fly by, misshapen and moving like some early 1950s cartoon in time to a tune I don't recognize.
Finally, the car stops and the boyfriend gets out. He tips the front seat forward to let me out.
"You know, we really know what's good for you?"
"You do?"
"Yeah, we do.......... We're gonna leave you here so you can figure it out."
The last thing in my dream is me watching them drive away in what I suspect now, was my car.
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Maybe a dream like that wouldn't bother most folks. It irritated the shit out of me. Every second the dream lasted I was in full irritation mode and knowing it was a dream, yet unable to overcome it and wake up. The upside is I did remember enough to write the high points down.
Not sure if this post is of any worth to even me. At least I had a plan before I began to write.
Have a great Sunday ..................................
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I considered only one song for this post. This syrupy, lost in love ballad has had a lasting impact; much bigger impact than I would have thought. It was one of those songs that could burrow itself into your brain, creating a forever memory whenever you even caught a few bars on the radio. Right now, as I type this, I am hearing it with the sound turned off. Maybe it was not such a good idea to pick, "All I Have to do is Dream", by The Everly Brothers. I did find a couple of cool nuggets when I searched for the release date. The 1958 song was recorded in two takes. Chet Atkins, maybe the best guitarist of the1950s, played on the song.
Repeat after me:
Dreamm, Dream, Dream... Dream Dream Dream, Dreammmm.
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