Dreams and Wishes

I was listening to Jordin Spark's "Battlefield" while looking at Band of Brothers icons. :D
(Oh yes. New favorite song.)

So I've been going to piano lessons and just began Music Theory today. My teacher is Mr. Vasiliy Kifyak, and he is awesome. It's very entertaining and engaging, actually.

But while I may enjoy music, it's not something as intensely felt as, say, culinary pursuits. It's all good, anyway. I am not going to be hasty anymore, as much as I can help it.

AND I'm re-reading The Lord of the Rings...and it is STUNNING, as usual. Every time I read it, I notice something new to glean.

Muse comes up with some creative song names (and driving melodies). Knights of Cydonia, for example. A great song for an uprising...they also have a song called Uprising which is good for a riot.

Hm. I had a dream Sunday night that shook me, about the church and certain elves and the Antichrist (or something close to it), buses, loneliness, Sunoco, and lots of machine guns. Did I mention the Hispanic (or Indian) preacher? or the BLOOD.

Ahem. I wrote a poem, as I am wont to do in these sort of mental situations.

The dreams flutters
and I am lying face down
upside down
on slabs of cement, still breathing.

Two faces in multiple places
grind their teeth at my memory
and I think—
I think—

My waking head conjures scenarios
in between the shafts of morning light
and I flit open,
my mind a steel trap that leaves the faces
bloody and broken.

That's how it felt waking up. The dream is too complicated to go into much detail (especially since I've acquired the habit of making up more details as I slowly return to complete consciousness), but the after-dream feeling was distinct.

As far as dreams (and poems) go, I loved it. It pulled me in and impacted me, leaving me breathless and speechless. It's not often that I can't describe the exact details because they are so ingrained into my brain that it is an immense struggle to de-glaze my mind into some form of literacy. But those are the kinds of dreams I relish.

Yeah. Maybe I am a geek for thinking this, but I dearly wish that Middle Earth was real..or that at least the basic principles of ME were the forces of our world.

The dangers of in-depth literary internalizing.