Last night, I dreamed that Paris and LA (Marina del Rey) were sandwiched together. It was 3 in the morning and I was on a wooden bridge overlooking one of the canals. In the distance, a few lamp lights were still burning in the windows. Who knows why those sleepless ones were awake. Perhaps we were sharing the same dream together and they were looking back at me. The night sky was littered with stars and the summer moon made the bay waters shimmer with every rhythm of ebb and flow. I had an overwhelming sense of nostalgia as I stood there on the bridge and took the scene in. Warmly and sweetly, the pacific breeze carried the scent of eucalyptus leaves and rain on its back and I was hypnotized.
I wasn't alone. A girl tapped me on the shoulder and brought me back from my deep musing. It was Rachael Yamagata, and she looked sad. She said "I think you need this more than I do" and she motioned to hang something on my head as if placing a hat or a crown. There was nothing there, but somehow, whatever she placed on my head made me feel lighter, as if more at ease. Then she asked me, "Now that you feel better, can you do something about the music?"
"It's depressing, I know," I said sheepishly. I ran to my bookbag on the bench and fished out a yellow plastic bag filled with CDs. I took out a John Coltrane album and gave it to her.
"Much better." She replied, then kindly smiled and kissed me on the forehead. I went to the CD player and stopped the sad-playing song. Hers.
Then my alarm startled the crap out of me and I almost fell out of bed.
Song of the day: "Elephants" - Rachael Yamagata
2 comments:
It's amazing how we can have those dreams that are so completely tactile/emotionally involving. Well hopefully your dreams are calmer and/or your alarm clock isn't continuing to scare you this New Year
The dream was nice. The alarm, I could have done without. Story of my life.
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