Disclaimer: This is a about a lucid dream and real life in my attempts of trying to understand it or the occurrence of what I'm about to tell you. Just letting you know.
I'm just going to dive right into this one.
I am in a giant hall (not as in hallway but like in a palace..except its not in a palace) and there are a few people in this hall. Seems like an art gallery type of crowd. People just socializing and dressed semi-formal attire. I see a woman in a red dress that resembles Rachel Weisz, which somehow was a big tip off that this whole thing I was experiencing was a dream. BAM! The dream suddenly becomes lucid. I look around in awe because this place is a wonderful place to behold with thine eyes. Not going into the details however. That is not what this is about. I instantly tell myself (as I do in many similar cases) that I am on a mission. To trying to bring some of this world back with me in waking life.
So far, not much luck. At least not in the way I am usually aiming for (i.e. musically). But if I was a Salvador Dali that would be great too.
I grab onto my surroundings like its a matter of life and death only to realize that my grip needn't be so strong and I am not slipping away so easily this time. How peculiar I think to myself, but nevertheless I focus all my thoughts on trying to get my bass guitar into the frame. It does not appear but I can feel it, like its invisible or something. So with all my mind power focused on this one thing I go for one note that I have locked in a "perfect" pitch. Which is A (2nd string on my bass). I go for one strum and its as if a thunderstorm erupted indoors (of what sounds like a bass and guitar). Even though it is very loud I decide to go with it and go for what was either a half step or a whole step up. But this note (or possibly chord) just explodes. Nobody in the room is phased but me and because this is so loud I have to wake myself up.
(imagine if you will something like this: maximum volume yields maximum results)
Here's where it gets interesting. When I have woken up I still here the sound, except this is not an external sound through my ear, this is all in my head. That loud roar of bass now sounds like guitars and brass hitting a low A and not letting go (it's still sound and not noise). I shake my head a couple of times and it all disappears.
In conclusion I'm left wondering what all this brain activity really boils down to. Imagination, dream, thoughts? I mean I reach into that world to try and bring this back and I do more so than ever before. Usually its just some verbal idea, but this was a different thing all together. Actual sound, produced in a different way than just riffing on a guitar or humming a melody.
I am reminded of Samuel Taylor Coleridge:
"What if you slept?
And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed?
And what if, in your dream, you went to Heaven
and there plucked a rare and beautiful flower?
And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand?
Ah, what then?"
I'm just going to dive right into this one.
I am in a giant hall (not as in hallway but like in a palace..except its not in a palace) and there are a few people in this hall. Seems like an art gallery type of crowd. People just socializing and dressed semi-formal attire. I see a woman in a red dress that resembles Rachel Weisz, which somehow was a big tip off that this whole thing I was experiencing was a dream. BAM! The dream suddenly becomes lucid. I look around in awe because this place is a wonderful place to behold with thine eyes. Not going into the details however. That is not what this is about. I instantly tell myself (as I do in many similar cases) that I am on a mission. To trying to bring some of this world back with me in waking life.
So far, not much luck. At least not in the way I am usually aiming for (i.e. musically). But if I was a Salvador Dali that would be great too.
I grab onto my surroundings like its a matter of life and death only to realize that my grip needn't be so strong and I am not slipping away so easily this time. How peculiar I think to myself, but nevertheless I focus all my thoughts on trying to get my bass guitar into the frame. It does not appear but I can feel it, like its invisible or something. So with all my mind power focused on this one thing I go for one note that I have locked in a "perfect" pitch. Which is A (2nd string on my bass). I go for one strum and its as if a thunderstorm erupted indoors (of what sounds like a bass and guitar). Even though it is very loud I decide to go with it and go for what was either a half step or a whole step up. But this note (or possibly chord) just explodes. Nobody in the room is phased but me and because this is so loud I have to wake myself up.
(imagine if you will something like this: maximum volume yields maximum results)
Here's where it gets interesting. When I have woken up I still here the sound, except this is not an external sound through my ear, this is all in my head. That loud roar of bass now sounds like guitars and brass hitting a low A and not letting go (it's still sound and not noise). I shake my head a couple of times and it all disappears.
In conclusion I'm left wondering what all this brain activity really boils down to. Imagination, dream, thoughts? I mean I reach into that world to try and bring this back and I do more so than ever before. Usually its just some verbal idea, but this was a different thing all together. Actual sound, produced in a different way than just riffing on a guitar or humming a melody.
I am reminded of Samuel Taylor Coleridge:
"What if you slept?
And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed?
And what if, in your dream, you went to Heaven
and there plucked a rare and beautiful flower?
And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand?
Ah, what then?"