Something just hit me about what two types of dreams I have have in common. I usually have a dream about playing music at least once a month, and I generally have 2-3 of "those" dreams per month. It's gone on steadily for most of my life. They're both sort of anticlimactic in a way, although they're certainly fun.
I recently had a cool dream where I was about to play a gig in this groovy Tiki-style bar that was something like this one. The stage was in the middle of this dimly-lit courtyard that was like a jungle, with tropical plants and birds and everything. I'd love to play a place like that in real life.
Different former bandmates were there, plus all our friends, and even not one but two beautiful and interesting women were interested in me. I was chatting-up my friends and spending quality time with a brunette. I saw the setup and did a last minute check to make sure the equipment was cool, and went back to talking to people. I woke up though, before I could count off a tune.
A couple nights ago I had a dream where I was on the way to a gig with my new band. A bunch of people were going and we were carpooling. We were out in the sticks and GPS and cell service dropped out. We came to a T in the road and weren't sure which way to go. We all got out of our cars and were standing in the road discussing what to do.
It became sort of an informal party. My dog was running around saying hello to everyone like he does in real life, and I was talking to this interesting sister who was interested in me, which is often the case. Some other mildly crazy stuff happened that I don't remember, but we finally made it to the gig.
It was at a beautiful house up on a hill in the middle of nowhere. All this food and stuff was laid out and there was a very nice stage area. We made pleasantries and set up and got levels and all but I woke up before we played a note. Thinking back to all the gig dreams I could recall I realized that I never actually played any music in any of them.
It's the same thing with sex dreams, at least up until the last few years. Things would start to get cozy and everything would happen right up until actual penetration, and I'd wake up. I'd try to go back into the dream but I never could. Lately that's changed, and there's lovemaking and I've been able to go back into the dream after waking up, and hoo, boy...
It's also like those dreams where you dream you're falling but you wake up before you hit the ground. There's an old wives' tale that says that if you don't wake up before you hit the ground you'll expire for real. I don't believe that's true, and how would anyone know anyway? At the same time I can't say that it isn't true.
They say that if you have a lot of dreams about falling, it can indicate feelings of loss of control and things like that but if you have dreams about flying it's literally an uplifting thing, and you're generally positive and have goals and ambitions. I've had a few dreams about falling but way more about flying, for what it's worth. For every nightmare I have I have a dozen good dreams.
Since I've been able to nookify in a few of my dreams, maybe it'll extend into my gig dreams and I'll finally be able to play a set in one of them. I hope so. It might be some interesting music. Sweet dreams
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