I have a bunch of blogging to catch up on, but something happened today that just took the cake, so to speak. We just ordered a cake.
This morning, I had an extended dream. I’ve had a few of those recently. I found myself in a car with a guy playing Celtic music. It turned out we would go to an Enya concert, at which we shortly found ourselves. I saw the entire concert. Normally in dreams, you have a fleeting impression of something, or perhaps only remember a little of it, but I saw the WHOLE concert! I then listened to some more music with the guy and his wife, and returned to my home. I then had a whole other sequence involving a barbecue and a girl I haven’t talked to in years, and a few other friends, and my girlfriend.
This may not sound weird, until you consider the following:
A. I haven’t heard much Enya at all, save her popular songs and “May it Be.” I never listen to the radio.
B. Of all the artists out there, American Business Person came up with a term, Enyanomics, to describe her way of selling millions of albums without performing a single live concert. To this day, she never has. She has done television appearances, but never a live concert.
C. We decided to watch some random television, and it happened to pick the episode of South Park, “Death” in which they make fun of Enya, saying that her music makes one feel the way an old person feels.
The whole thing just seems so odd. The dream went on for a long time, and I enjoyed the whole concert, and spending time with my friends. I still feel the lingering effect, as if part of me still dreams, still sees the concert, still hears and feels the music, and still attends the barbecue at my house with my friends. Why can’t we just live there all the time, in an ideal realm with a perfect feel wrapped in a dream? Because then we would not really live.
I know what some guys will say: “You’re a guy, and you had a dream of Enya, and now have her music playing while you write this? What a fag!” It reminds me of the Simpsons joke: “You kissed a girl? That is so gay!” As a Discordian, I worship a Crazy Woman, The Crazy Woman if you will, so this does not seem so far out of line. I see nothing wrong with appreciating a woman’s beauty, or with evoking my inner female/Goddess aspect. All guys have one. Kallisti!
My girlfriend adds: “Girls like a sensitive side to a man.”
