Last night (or rather, early this morning as I dozed off without turning of my lights and didn't rectify the situation until 4 AM and thus, didn't sleep very much or well until late early morning - y'follow?) I had a dream. In my dream I was singing and dancing with a group, Glee-style, in some generic community center-type hall/classroom, and we were performing for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. We were dressed in early 60's crinolines and prepster outfits, and we were fantastic. The refrain of the song we finished with was something along the lines of 'Shakin' the Money Tree' (I was still humming it when I woke up). Then we all sat down on the floor and Dr. King stood up to speak - he talked for a minute, then started singing, then dancing with a super-cool Motown groove, and we gradually all joined in.
I don't dream very often - or at least, my dreams are not vivid enough to remember very often, and usually the ones I do hang on to are creepy and unsettling. This one made me wake up happy - still tired (see above re: 4 AM), but happy. I was singing and dancing with Martin Luther King, Jr.! I bet he would have enjoyed it, too.
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| There were not this many people in my dream. Also, I wasn't black. |
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You thought this post was going to be about Les Miserables, didn't you? Surprise!
(That post is coming soon.)
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1 comment:
My dreams in the last 7-8 months have been ridiculously vivid and I remember them in great detail. That being said, I don't think anything I've dreamed has even come close to approaching yours in level of AWESOME. :)
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