Real dilemma: Last night I dreamed that I was in the musical, Camping, and everyone in the play knew the lyrics and the dance moves, but me. We were performing the show-stopper song about toileting in the wilderness, and I was having to fake it and I was failing.
Here's the mystery: It was my dream, it was my sub-conscience, so why did they know the words and dance moves and I did not? Isn't it my mind? How does my sub-conscience hide the lyrics from me and let everyone else sing them?
Come to think of it, what is the deal with those dreams I have when I'm naked and no one else is? Why can't everyone else be naked? (Maybe that's not such a good idea in some dreams.) Anyway, is my sub-conscience getting revenge for being suppressed by my conscious during the daytime? I don't know. What else I need to know is: How do I get my sub-conscience to let me sing the lyrics and everyone else, back me up?
Who can share this dream with me and plant that idea that is going to stick, so I can sing the lyrics? Who can be the architect of those lyrics and dance steps? Maybe my sub-conscience is telling me to write, Camping, The Musical.
Nah. What is it?
Set aside the presidential politics and please help me with this plea in the wilderness!
Loren M. Lambert © August 1, 2012
Here's the mystery: It was my dream, it was my sub-conscience, so why did they know the words and dance moves and I did not? Isn't it my mind? How does my sub-conscience hide the lyrics from me and let everyone else sing them?
Come to think of it, what is the deal with those dreams I have when I'm naked and no one else is? Why can't everyone else be naked? (Maybe that's not such a good idea in some dreams.) Anyway, is my sub-conscience getting revenge for being suppressed by my conscious during the daytime? I don't know. What else I need to know is: How do I get my sub-conscience to let me sing the lyrics and everyone else, back me up?
Who can share this dream with me and plant that idea that is going to stick, so I can sing the lyrics? Who can be the architect of those lyrics and dance steps? Maybe my sub-conscience is telling me to write, Camping, The Musical.
Nah. What is it?
Set aside the presidential politics and please help me with this plea in the wilderness!
Loren M. Lambert © August 1, 2012
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