Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Looks like we're heading for the Jacks again lads, I hope there's plenty of soft fresh rolls out there.
I’m back on the dreams again. I know it’s boring to have to listen to other folks dreams, the wife is a devil for telling me her dreams and asking me what I make of them, it’s like having to comment on peoples holiday photo’s without actually seeing them, double the boredom, so I’ll skip the details of mine, I’ll just say that last night I had a wonderful happy dream with lots of old friends who have departed to wherever we go after the big sleep, and when I woke up I felt refreshed and relaxed. I then thought how lucky we are that we can dream, far better than putting your head on the pillow and being dead in all but name for eight hours. It’s been years now since I had what we call a nightmare, and that was after drinking some dodgy poteen, so what does that tell me? Well I’m trying to figure it out for meself, I'm a curious old devil. One theory is that for the past couple of years I have been contented and don’t worry about things anymore, sure enough I’ve had bad times but haven’t we all, I don’t want to sound cocky but I’ve reached the “Ah f..k it” time of life if you get my meaning, nothing we do really matters in the big picture anyway so why bother with it. Another thing in the dream puzzle might be having a clear conscience, as the old song goes “a troubled mind knows no rest” Lastly it could be nature’s way of preparing one for the last long sleep, who knows.
I watched a TV program a while ago where they put this fella into a kind of sleep where they could talk to him at the same time, all yerman came out with was a load of gibberish, I can understand that because I once took a notepad and pen and left it on the bedside table to record any dreams if I woke up, when i looked at the pad the next morning I couldn’t make head nor tail of the writing.
In all the studies and experiments they have done on sleep over the years they still know very little about dreams, maybe they got the answer at one time but forgot it when they woke up.
What is a dream?
A cosmic beam?
Is it a picture of the past?
Why does it never last?
You can’t save a collection
For scientific inspection
And because you can’t employ them
Just go ahead and enjoy them.
Roy Orbison had it all figured out in a song.