In the past week, each morning I’ve woken up remembering the dreams I've had the night before, but have then become distracted by the fact that I have a New Pornographers song stuck in my head. Yes, upon waking, I’m already mentally singing songs. (What is wrong with me?!) This is what the last couple mornings have been like:
Wednesday: Dream? NO! The Bleeding Heart Show. (Their--and maybe THE--best song ever. If you need to know why RIGHT NOW, bring the video to about 3:00.)
Thursday: Dream? HECK NO! The Crash Years.
Today: DREAM? Maybe...dee dee dootoodoo...SIKE!! Sweet Talk, Sweet Talk.
(And for my aunt Julie who I know reads this all the time, and who was forced to hear me hum this song for the entirety of my trip to her place in Milwaukee: If You Can’t See My Mirrors.)
That being said, I don’t remember any of my dreams because the songs are too good. (If you're wondering why my a.m. mind is so enthralled with The New Pornographers, I saw them last Wednesday with Christie in Madison and I'll never be the same.) However, one special morning, as I felt the dream being pushed out of my mind by another one of their songs, I drowsily grabbed my phone and wrote what I remembered. And I quote:
“Dream…dwight and pam were in love, i played super mario, and cuba gooding junior was the president or something and eating swiss chees bites made him say something secret.”
How the hell am I supposed to blog this? When I had a cryptic dream like this before, I embellished and made a story from it, but this one is so straight-forward and strange. How can I connect all of these stories?! That being said, I feel as though only way to express it is to make a SUPER COLLAGE of this zany (5 points!) dream. I believe that this is what was going on in my head...
[And don't think this is some swanky (5 points!) Photoshopped, done-in-thirty-seconds kind of things; these are grass roots, non-electronic, hand-cut pictures held together by masking tape, people! It took me A LOT longer than thirty seconds.]
Hahahahaha I love it. Still listening to the last video (Sweet Talk) as I type this.
ReplyDeleteThe collage is amazing. I see you kept this dream a secret from me to make this blog more of a surprise! Hmmm....
But is that woman REALLY Pam? Doesn't look like it to me.
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ReplyDeleteI have to admit, the more I hear The New Pornagraphers, the more I like them. I love when you see a group perform live and they make you much more of a fan than you ever were before. It was that way for me with REM.
ReplyDeleteREALLY??? That's Pam? Even as a Fancy Pam, it doesn't look like her!
BTW: the female lead singer has an awesome voice! They do all kind of look like a bunch of normal joes and young moms that rock their socks off on stage!
What Pam? I don't know what you guys are talking about...
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm glad you're liking them, Mom! I've been trying to get you to like them for, what, like DAYS now? :)
Its a Pam MIRACLE!
ReplyDeleteI still don't think that was really Pam!
Dad here, wow so many people in your dreams/post. Still, I wish I could remember my dreams as clearly as you do. The more I try to remember,the further (or "fruther") from it I get.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Christie, she doesn't really look like Pam to me. Maybe Pam's aunt. Or her older sister who lives in Iowa.