Weird, weird dreams lately. Like the kind that could envy some of my pregnancy dreams – and no, I am most definitely not pregnant so just get that out of your head.
They have been both vivid and completely off the wall. The most recent one involved my imaginary rock star best friend. Right, so he’s not my friend, but in my head we would be best pals. Ha!
This particular dream was the most mundane, like zero excitement, just very vivid and believable. We (like husband, child and puppy) were visiting family and just hanging out and dude was there. Then we all went walking down at the beach. It was just laid back and fun and we all talked about work and what was going on in life.
Completely bizarre, I know. What the hell kind of fantasy dream is that. The realistic kind, that’s what. It’d be nice to get to spend more time just relaxing with my friends (even the made up ones… Dude’s not made up though, but, yea, you get it). More than likely that is what the dream was pointing to.
Still it would be cool to just get to know my rock star dude.
Rock Star Dude == Josh Ramsay
*crickets*
You have no idea? That’s okay. He’s Canadian.
That should explain it all, eh? Not so much?
Honestly, I would love to meet his entire band, Marianas Trench. The whole lot is Canadian. They are classified as Pop/Rock I think.
Thanks to Pandora I have been listening to one of their songs since it came out, “Cross My Heart”. Last year, my station played another one of their songs, “Porcelain,” and I found myself anxiously waiting to hear it. It was just one of those songs that spoke to some piece of me on the deepest level. I heard another song a few months ago but I couldn’t remember the title to save my life. I began this epic search to find the track that involved a lot of time on You Tube before essentially making my way through their entire discography. I am honestly still not 100% which track it was; but what I did find is that I loved every single goddamn song they released.
The album that really did me in was “Ever After.” It is supposed to be listen to as one track more or less and (need to get my hands on a copy) in the CD coverlet there is a story written by Mr. Ramsay that ties into the themes of the album. I still haven’t had a chance to read it. Then to further the pull of the story; the videos made for the singles from said album can mostly be strung together to further tell the story.
My.
Mind.
Was.
Blown.
I have an immense appreciation for the artistry involved. Even more so since the band creates and writes most, if not all, of the music. Then, through some crazy Canadian wizardry, they melodically tie them all together, in some cases even cross referencing between albums. You’d probably never know it if you weren’t a desperate weirdo like me who has listened to everything. For some reason I can’t bring myself to use the term of their “die hard” fans – trencher. I have considered getting my passport card and driving 600 miles for an upcoming show. None of their US tour dates hit anywhere near me. They were literally in Omaha the week before me. No freaking joke.
And I just realized how drastically this post shifted from talking about my odd dreams to a gushing fan girl post…. Sorry.
Last little blurb on this topic; there is a song on their newest album “Astoria” titled “Forget Me Not,” that crushed me; like every molecule within me resonated with the song, and once I learned the background of it, my heart completely went out to the writer and his family. Quick and dirty, it is about a loved one suffering from dementia (or similar) and it brought up all the stored emotions tied with the loss of my mother in law back in 2014. You don’t have to like the “genre” to appreciate the art.
Back to the weird dreams.
Again, reiterating, the negative status on a bun being in my over; I dreamt I was pregnant again. It was realistic to the point I had to really clear my head when I woke up. It must be something in the air, water or food that is doing this to me. Considering all the “madness” at work (translation – big, time consuming, global project) you would think I would be dreaming about that in one fashion or another, but apparently I have been pretty good at compartmentalizing that shit.
I had a dream about ballroom dancing over the weekend... I'm sure that means something beyond the fact I want Collin and I to learn someday. And also maybe have an official dance as husband and wife when we renew our vows (there was no dancing at our original wedding).
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