Weirdness and Inadequacies

Posted by yz on Tuesday, June 16, 2009 in

I had an eerie dream last night. I'm not even sure I remember it right. It was one of those where in the process of trying to remember you automatically try to make it make sense. The problem with this is that the dream didn't make sense. In processing the dream and trying to make it make sense I'm forcing it to fit into the little box labelled sense so I have to accept that my dream is no longer the dream that it was and has instead becoming something less than what it was therefore waking up with the word, "weird" on my lips and a wrinkled forehead becomes kind of stupid because now the dream makes a little sense, enough sense to be remembered. (Making it a memory made it make sense which made it not weird anymore)

Maybe you're thinking that at this point I'm at least going to share so we can decide together whether it really was an eerie dream or not. However then the essence of the dream would be sullied even more because now I'd have to take it back through processing so it can become something I can share not forgetting the fact that I'm limited by two things. The first is whichever language I'm trying to use will never be enough. Based on my memory (which really does fall short of the feelings I woke up with) there is no language which I can use to the best of my ability to accurately describe said dream and the feelings it evoked. I fall disturbingly short of being able to and were I willing to entrust the description to anyone well, Stephen King and J.K. Rowling would have to pool their genes and only their child would maybe be able to attempt to tell my dream.

The second thing I'm limited by is you. Are you really listening? Let's pretend you are and move on to the next question. What's your imagination like? Is it free to stumble, and plummet as it will through ideas, and images and feelings and impossibilities? Is there security within your imagination? Do you have gravity, time, laws that keep it all together? Because to understand my dream you must let all the laws go, must be able to think without confines, Fall up, jump zig zag. Nothing can be wrong because there is no right to define what wrong is to begin with...

Hmmm, this is what I get for letting my ipod shuffle me to sleep after a week of Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights and Stephenie Meyer's The Host. They're both really good reads by the way.

On slightly different note, there is this song that lingers when you listen to it. The lyrics aren't half bad either so Iet me share.

The Hidden Cameras - "Oh we oh"

All I want is to be in his movie and not just be old worms of yesterday.
All I want is to be in his movie and not just be old worms of yesterday.
We oh we...
All I want is to be in his movie and not just be old worms of yesteryear.
All I want is to be under his covers and not simply be a time from yesterday.
All I want is to be in his movie and not just be old worms of yesteryear.
All I want is to be under his covers and not simply be a time from yesterday.
We oh we...
All I want is warmth from his smother and not just be frozen for an age.
Oh my longing to be bare on your knee and that not just be home from yesterday.
All I want is warmth from his smother and not just be frozen for an age.
Oh my longing to be bare on your knee and that not just be home from yesterday.
We oh we...