We are all different, and have different strengths and weaknesses. I thrive on the creative and lack other things. Like, I'm sure you know how credit works, and can balance a checkbook. Haha. I can remember dreams, and write songs, and create art. You can't always have both.
I have had weird dreams about totally random and unimportant things that actually happen. I usually realize about halfway through that I dreamed it. Sometimes years in advance. It’s too bad I can’t dream lottery numbers. Hasn’t happened as much as I have gotten older though.
If I smoke weed regularly for awhile then quit I get crazy vivid dreams for a few days. Weed suppresses my dreaming for the most part, for whatever reason.
When I was a kid I had a reoccurring dream that there was a monster in my basement. I never saw the monster and the thing that was extra frightening about it was that the dream was from the point of view of the monster. There were very steep dark wooden steps that you had to walk up to get to the main floor, and much like a horror movie they would creak as you walked up them. Each step up the stairs would be painfully slow and deliberate. Each step also required the monster to use their hairy hands with long terrifying nails to grab onto the railings of the stairs to help pull itself up. Along with the slow visual all I could hear were the stairs creaking from under each of its steps along with its soft breathing, it was overwhelming. As it took each step it would slowly get closer to the door. It was an old wooden door that had a large gap at the bottom which allowed you to see the light from the other side coming through under it. I could feel my blood pressure and anxiety rise with every step, and although I can’t imagine the dream actually took that long it felt like it took an eternity for the monster to get from the bottom all the way to the top. The dream was like torture and every time it finally got to the top of the staircase and reached the door and opened it is when it ended.
This is my experience too...never fails....fasting from weed I have vivid dreams...I enjoy the hell out of them..weed does tend to suppress my dreams as well.
I always did my best writing when the world is dreaming away and quiets down...it's like you can catch ideas in the air late at night....especially when I lived in urban areas in my younger days .I'm working on a song right now that's called, "You can have my dreams" .....I don't need them anymore. I'll just set them by the door for you." (opening lyrics)
Why does that suddenly remind me of the song, Walk On By? j/k. Heh, just me being smarmy and snarky again.
Band nerd who lost his virginity in band camp to a homely girl with braces……I think we’ve seen that movie a dozen times……
Catholic grade school, have the tall kid who is good at piano on the string bass! From classical, to jazz, to rock, everyone needs a bass player.
Nice! Hey, I've played/marched in the Rose Festival! OK, OK, I know that's no big deal. I did have to switch instruments for it at the last minute, though, as the tuba player got sick. Completely different key/signature from the baritone, though, so I had to fake it a little bit.
My parents moved from Portland to Gladstone during Christmas break when I was in the 7th grade. The Catholic grade school I went to had an orchestra, my new middle school band. Marching band and jazz band. To be in the jazz band you had to be in the marching band. Ugh. The band director loved having someone who could play bass for the jazz band but a string bass for a marching band isn't going to work. So.... he wanted me to learn tuba. I said no...way...in...hell. I didn't want to learn fucking tuba. Fat kids play tuba. I didn't even want to be in the marching band. So... how about trumpet? NO! Drums? NO! I didn't want to be in marching band. I figured if I kept saying no to learning new instruments they would eventually give up and let me be in the jazz band but not in the marching band. Finally, they came up with the solution.... I would be the drum major. 7th grade we did alright in the Junior Rose Festival parade. 8th grade we did great and won best marching band. Which was a really big deal because of how small we were compared to other schools. I became a pretty damn good drum major.
