The Dream

Last night I had a very lucid dream, which was so startling in it's clarity and profundity, I woke up. And wrote it down:


I had a dream. Its all about love. There is one place, and one song, "I am weary (Let me rest)." Must tell K. Music is the key. Elvis is the King, the original. Dad did play with us when we were tiny. Catherine Cookson IS Carol Vorderman IS every woman. All women are the same woman. Music links all through time and is everything, don't forget this. You can't predict the future, its not set. Look back through time for the music, we must save it all. Wanted to place a (monetary) bet on what I thought was the future, but I realised it was irrelevant; it wasn't as important as love - I love K, but we wont be together; she will find love. I will find love. All cars are the same, all possessions are meaningless. All colours and creeds are the same; we are the same person recurring through time.

There was a very old Sikh man and his son with their wives in an attic room, looking at the father's music collection. The father's heart began to quickly fail. As this was happening, he realised that the music had to be saved, as it was the link between generations and ages. He struggled to get the words out, however his son understood, but then he too began to die. He repeated the same words and the women, through their grief, understood that they had to get the music published, but with time they forget, yet keep it safe. Generations later three old men discover the music, but one of them dies of old age whilst in the room, so the other two lay him on the bed and go downstairs, but there is a fire in the upstairs room. The dead man makes banging noises to alert the other two so that they can save the music. The Mind keeps going after death to help people.

The World Cup Final this year will be Italy vs Holland. Italy win. I saw the world cup through generations. Music all the way through. Asia is Europe is Africa is Americas.

Did I ever have a sister? I feel the pain of her absence, her early death. Ask mum. Uncle Frank understood to save as much as he could, but he saved film and book, not music. The future isn't set. Pancake Tuesday is Christmas is every day is every place? Children are nearer to our past selves than adults so remember it yet don't realise. There was a film of me dancing to the Who as a kid, maybe 2 or 3 years old. Books come round again, like music. Love is the thing which lasts forever. Bill Hicks was right. Everything dies except love. There are no 'omens'. Music lasts through memory. Music must be about love. Money can cause misunderstandings. My job is a loving job, helping people to live longer so they have more time to understand love. Tell P. Tell everyone. Remember this revelation. K must understand. She is trying to 'force' it. Be with love.