Artefacts of dreaming
Jun. 3rd, 2012 08:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceDoes anyone else ever get earwormed by a dream?
We were sharing a large flat with friends and fen, meant to be attending a con somewhere in Europe; but I wasn't well, and I slept through to 3.51pm* and when I woke K was gone and so was everyone else.
But - and this is the point: I wouldn't talk about a dream else - in the dream, I had been dreaming. And in the dream I woke with a song in my head, left over from the dreamed dream. And the couplet that earwormed me in the dream is with me yet:
Walking through the hospital
With tip-tilt, pretty noses
They may have been cats.
I often dream with music, like a film score; sometimes that stays with me after I wake, and I'm sorry I can't write it down. But this is the first time I remember waking up with a lyric.
There was something else too, but that's gone now: gone to join the perfectly functional story idea and the rather lovely line, both of which abided from last week's dreaming until I forgot them.
And no, I'm not going to start a dream journal. Not even privately.
*I used to be able to do this in real life, and then write all night. Oh, I miss those times, the nocturnal years. The intense focus all night long, and then the sleeping...
We were sharing a large flat with friends and fen, meant to be attending a con somewhere in Europe; but I wasn't well, and I slept through to 3.51pm* and when I woke K was gone and so was everyone else.
But - and this is the point: I wouldn't talk about a dream else - in the dream, I had been dreaming. And in the dream I woke with a song in my head, left over from the dreamed dream. And the couplet that earwormed me in the dream is with me yet:
Walking through the hospital
With tip-tilt, pretty noses
They may have been cats.
I often dream with music, like a film score; sometimes that stays with me after I wake, and I'm sorry I can't write it down. But this is the first time I remember waking up with a lyric.
There was something else too, but that's gone now: gone to join the perfectly functional story idea and the rather lovely line, both of which abided from last week's dreaming until I forgot them.
And no, I'm not going to start a dream journal. Not even privately.
*I used to be able to do this in real life, and then write all night. Oh, I miss those times, the nocturnal years. The intense focus all night long, and then the sleeping...