Dream Journal

An awesome dream. I’m in a crowd in front of an outdoor theater watching something like Last Comic Standing. One particular comic comes out, saying nothing, but moves about like a dancer on this arm of a platform projecting onto the stage. Suddenly single people scattered about from the audience burst out, yelling a syllable or tone. And then it coalesces into a song — a moving, heartfelt, dynamic song that flows up through everyone. It’s beautiful, moving, ever-changing. And then there is silence and a single woman’s voice rises out of the crowd behind me, singing a new part of the song, and when she finishes, the song rises through the crowd again. After it finishes, the crowd moves to a larger area outdoors and swells in size. I remain near the original stage because Rebecca will soon be back.

After a while, though, I begin to think she’ll look for me in the main bulk of the crowd in the new area, so I begin walking around obstacles and fences to get there. As I walk, I start to feel like singing. A song rises up through me, and I burst into song — a new song, but still dynamic and powerful. My voice is strong, bluesy, and going beyond what I’ve done before. The song comes through me, and others join in, moving into new parts, having never heard them before. This current of people walking to join the main body grows, all singing this song, and my voice the lead voice, or at least I am unaware of others letting that part of the song through. From time to time a song ends and we walk along, talking to each other, and then I’ll feel the urge to sing again and let a new verse come calling out of me. In this way we made our way to the center of the new area. I wanted to sing a song about how we’ve arrived, and one came rising out of me — out of us all. It was all so beautiful.