trains of thought..

[flaviomatani]

A sunny morning on a train to Watford, another strange day in which everybody I know is mourning somebody they never met -but who has touched their lives and given them a soundtrack and a momentum, even perhaps helped give it some significance.

As the train moves ever closer to the beginning of my teaching day, I try to recall what I was dreaming last night, or only two hours ago -it seemed momentous at the time, I woke up clearly remembering everything vividly -or so I thought- and now I cannot even recall what it was about, what the astounding insight I was having of the connection between things apparently unrelated in the real world was. All an illusion, but so seductive at the time, leaving me longing for whatever it was that is now lost down the washbasin's plughole.

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[djpsyche.livejournal.com]

That always happens to me too. Very vivid dreams, but other than something involving car travel, Scott Deathboy calling me by the wrong name over the phone, and some sort of murderer I can't remember them at all.

[flavius-m.livejournal.com]

Oh, ok, at least Scott doesn't appear in my dreams :D Unless those dreams in which an evil, all-ecompassing malign entity... ah, could be ....

Actually, cannot be because I'm the malign entity in some of the dreams, or rather I am at the same time that thing (whatever it is) and myself doing battle with him/it/ I already know how it will end as I've fought the battle many thousands of times (I lose) but still have to fight that very unequal battle. So no, _that_ cannot be Scott :D

I often wake up knowing that I've had a dream with that or one of the various recurring plot lines that appear in my dreams -but cannot remember any details about the dream itself. Sometimes I remember things like vivid colours or a couple of words in an exchange. Sometimes, nothing except a feeling of dread or elation or (often) longing about whatever I had been dreaming but has now vanished with the shower and the first coffee..

[djpsyche.livejournal.com]

Yup, that's how it goes with me.
Woke up with the intention of remembering this morning's dream, which was about someone I used to know a very long time ago whose resemblance to Lemmy had earned him the nickname "Motorhead." Even his own son, who was in my age range (and a 70s styled punk), called him Motorhead. I'd got in touch with him somehow after Lemmy's death and invited him to a cello performance, which was not Ed, but was set up in a similar fashion to one of your guitar performances, and I was the promoter only the cellist wanted to get started and I was still milling about outside socialising with Motorhead (who got more beardy every time he was in the frame) and other people.

Then there was one of my recurring bits, I was operating a vehicle (in this case a large rental van) with faulty brakes and try as I might, I could not slow or stop. This time I scraped against someone's bumper and blamed the size of the unfamiliar vehicle. Sounds a bit like your "unequal battle which you know you will lose" concept.

[djpsyche.livejournal.com]

Ooh there was also... a hotel... Yup, that's about how it goes!