Dream

It has been a while since I posted a dream… because it has been a while since I remembered one.  I don’t try to remember dreams, just let them remember themselves.

In this one, I was living in a high class neighborhood.  I was going to college, it was MidTerm day and I felt I had botched both of my morning classes’ tests.  I went home and was depressed, ready to drop out of school altogether.  Somehow I convinced myself to go back for the third test.  We had a really cool teacher, it turns out (didn’t remember anything prior to going to the class), who didn’t believe in MidTerms, so we were just sitting the chilling out and he was keeping us laughing.  Someone from Administration came in and was trying to berate him for this, but it didn’t phase him.  Somehow, things looked better for continuing.  I went home after this, as it was my last class.

I started taking care of (watering, etc.) my neighbor’s yard, just because I felt like it.  Apparently I did this whenever I felt like it, and it was understood between us.  Her cousin thought I was hired help and haughtily asked me when I was to be there next.  Between myself and my neighbor we explained the situation.  I commented to her on how there was one patch of perfect dichondra and the rest was just regular grass, although there was another patch on the other side of the house near the front which also had some dichondra mixed in.  I wondered why she had worked to hard (dichondra isn’t easy) to get that one patch without doing the whole lawn.  The partial patch also had some mushrooms growing in it.

Except the situation was changing.  Turns out my neighbor was married to a criminal of some kind (the high class kind, but dangerous), and I was there finding out how to get her out.  It really got weird in here, and eventually it seemed that I was running a phony gigolo agency to get several of these wives out of these abusive relationships with criminals.  I did not get the idea I was working for anyone.  I think one or two of their daughters were also in on the scheme.  There was some stuff around cell phones being traced… one of the criminals got a hint about my operation and tried to call my cellphone to locate me but had the number wrong by one number… somehow I knew about that, and turned my phone off while he was checking the records to get the number right.  I remember doing something intelligent, cagey, etc. to keep from being caught, but I don’t remember what happened next.  (I need a co-author for my dreams?)

Apparently I was successful, there was no more sense of danger in the dream.  In the last scene, I was talking with one of the women and some man, totally unidentified and not threatening, about, believe it or not, Uncle Bonsai.  Some music was on the radio, and eventually I noticed it was Andrew Ratshin of Uncle Bonsai doing this song… although it was rock with him singing lead, but with good harmonies backing him (not Ashley and Arni though).  The lyrics I remember were “Desperate lovers, under covers…”  slow melody line on top of high energy background, sort of like some of Bruce Cockburn’s songs but not with his voice.

Upon waking, I still had most of the chorus in my mind, and unlike most songs in my dreams, it was still sounding good.  Right now I’m doing a search on LimeWire to see if it’s a real song… of course, you can’t find everything there, but hey…

Hugs,
Me