Dream Song and Dream Dance
Apr. 23rd, 2026 08:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lb_leeRogan: normally I don’t dream journal here, but recently there have been a couple I want to remember.
This morning, I woke up from a dream that I remember nothing of, only that it had a singularly beautiful (and reproducible) rendition of Amazing Grace, Mac’s favorite hymn. It was instrumental, performed on fiddle and... either another violin or a viola, playing accompaniment. Unlike the classic gospel style I’m familiar with (and which Mac mostly sticks to), this was played with a swing beat, folk or bluegrass style. I’m still humming it, trying to fix it in my head like the other dream songs.
(I swear the first version of Daniel Johnston’s “Devil Town” I ever heard was placed simply on the piano with vocals. I’ve never found it, and it was the best version. Drives me crazy.)
The other dream was a few days ago. It was one of those dreams where the vessel’s lineage alters all share a body like in waking life, but the others have their own corporeal bodies. Us alters were with our dad, Sneak doing gymnastic tricks, while Dad took photos of us. Even though nothing bad was happening, I kept feeling like something was wrong, I’d stopped talking to Dad for some reason, something it was very important to remember...
And then I remembered Mac, and immediately I knew I was supposed to be with him instead. I tore myself from the Dad photography scene and instantly found myself instead in the middle of me and Mac’s wedding. It wasn’t like the real one we’d had in 2009; we wore fancy suits in blue and gray, rather than our black rented tuxes, and we were outdoors, surrounded by ladies in saris doing a riotous, silly dance of joy. But the joy in my heart and Mac’s face (fifteen years ago! His hair was so short and his face was so young!) were the same as they were then, and that was all that mattered.
This morning, I woke up from a dream that I remember nothing of, only that it had a singularly beautiful (and reproducible) rendition of Amazing Grace, Mac’s favorite hymn. It was instrumental, performed on fiddle and... either another violin or a viola, playing accompaniment. Unlike the classic gospel style I’m familiar with (and which Mac mostly sticks to), this was played with a swing beat, folk or bluegrass style. I’m still humming it, trying to fix it in my head like the other dream songs.
(I swear the first version of Daniel Johnston’s “Devil Town” I ever heard was placed simply on the piano with vocals. I’ve never found it, and it was the best version. Drives me crazy.)
The other dream was a few days ago. It was one of those dreams where the vessel’s lineage alters all share a body like in waking life, but the others have their own corporeal bodies. Us alters were with our dad, Sneak doing gymnastic tricks, while Dad took photos of us. Even though nothing bad was happening, I kept feeling like something was wrong, I’d stopped talking to Dad for some reason, something it was very important to remember...
And then I remembered Mac, and immediately I knew I was supposed to be with him instead. I tore myself from the Dad photography scene and instantly found myself instead in the middle of me and Mac’s wedding. It wasn’t like the real one we’d had in 2009; we wore fancy suits in blue and gray, rather than our black rented tuxes, and we were outdoors, surrounded by ladies in saris doing a riotous, silly dance of joy. But the joy in my heart and Mac’s face (fifteen years ago! His hair was so short and his face was so young!) were the same as they were then, and that was all that mattered.
