dream on

So, in my dream, a bunch of my friends and I were at this amazing Björk concert at a place that looked like a basketball court and that was surrounded by a tall fence… very cage-looking. Everything was perfect, she sang Earth Intruders, then Human Behavior, and my ultimate favorite Hyperballad. Suddenly one of my high school friends, who I haven’t seen in two years, grabbed a gun from nowhere and shot a guy who was in this very dark and empty lot that was at the other side of the fence. From this moment on I was no longer a part of the dream, I was kind of looking at the whole thing from the outside. So, she runs outside, some people follow her and in no time the police was there… I can’t remember much more but my mom came out from nowhere, also a lady I’m pretty sure I saw on a movie, and then I woke up… not the way you wake up from a nightmare, I just felt very, very tired. 

That leads me to think:

1. That I’m more frustrated than I admit for not going to the Björk concert in Guadalajara.

2. That I have got to stop watching “pistoleros” movies… or maybe not.

3. That the feeling of waking up more tired than you were when you went to bed is just so… It’s amazing how we keep on going places without even moving.

4. The overlapping of things and people and places and music in the subconscious seems to be a really jummy cocktail… I wonder what colour it is…

~ par Dulce le janvier 6, 2008.