'The broken guitar' Dream journal and My new guitar!

I know..I saw this dream 10 days ago.
The thing is..I bought a new guitar..yeah, a guitar of all things.. I play the flute..harmonica too.So,essentially I am a WIND INSTRUMENT person..

But ..in 2007 when i tried making a video of me singing, I realized that I couldn't simultaneously play the flute while i was still singing. That is when i realized that a string instrument is a far better accompaniment in lieu of background music  to vocals(my own).

Back then,I made a mental note to myself, that it would be a great idea to learn an instrument that doesn't require mouth blowing.What instrument and when, I had no idea.
I never really thought of guitar at all.I think a violin is far more versatile instrument than a guitar..both in terms of sound quality and ability to reach complicated arrangements.But hey,,an electric guitar might  be able to accomplish that what an acoustic guitar may not.I am a guitar novice anyways, so i would like to reserve further opinions  till  a  future point of time wherein  i am better equipped to judge the versatility etc.

I have a friend.Goh.I like his lyrics, and his music and sometimes i feel that he is not getting the kind of recognition that  he deserves, because, his music is highly original and very unique and very special.His lyrics are very smart too...Like I always tell him,His music is GRAMMY WORTHY.
Sometimes when i see other musicians not as talented as him who get a easier break ,I get angry.Come on..

Anyways, this blog entry is about my dream.let us go back to my dream and my guitar.

A quick prelude to the dream .I write these preludes to all my dream journal only  in an attempt to make everyone understand that dreams  are more about information processing that happens in our brain during sleep and  therefore really has no significance otherwise in predicting the future.

Dreams  are more about rearrangments of actual thoughts or fears in our sleep.Thoughts that  we have already previously thought during our waking hours.

PRELUDE to guitar dream
I ordered for  a guitar to made to my own specifications with a local guitar maker.I did that  because i wanted to go straight to source and actually pay the guitar maker the profit  money that would otherwise go into the hands of the guitar store owner.I didn't save any money by buying a guitar from the maker.saving money was not the real motive .I just wanted to make sure the guitar maker gets all the profit.My own lil way to help a guitar maker-an artisan.

ABOUT MY GUITAR
I love it..I have named it 'Black beauty'.I specifically chose a black color..It is a beauty..Sometimes i see it standing on the futon as i pass by in a hurry getting ready to go out  and I stop short  in my steps and look at it and muse to myself, "Damn, I now own a guitar.I have a guitar!Never thought this day would come" Then, i go off into a tangent of thought process , all in practicality " It is so beautiful..How beautiful.It has been in the open far too long.I have to keep it dust free..where is the case" :)

MOVING SOON
                   I am moving soon... Again,,plane cargo is not cheap..I cannot afford to lug around all kindsa stuff..I will leave behind a lot of stuff at my parents' home..I use their home as my safe haven for all the things that have immense sentimental value for me.Those that i cannot dispense off ,those that are too big or too heavy for me to lug around wherever i will travel.(which  btw happens almost like once a year or once a 7 months.Too much of traveling that the pleasure associated with traveling has long gone..LOL)
                 So,yeah,I have been worrying about the fact that i probably might have to leave the guitar behind at my parents.I haven't had enough time to learn it either..that makes it even more sadder for me to leave it behind before we got properly acquainted with each other..You know,,those intimate getting used to between musical instrument and instrument player.

TRAVEL WORRIES
                         I was imagining all kindsa scenarios in my head.Over an 18 hr international flight and during transfers I will have this guitar hanging on my back as carry in and everybody would sneer at me or I will have to put it in baggage and then it will break( I was suddenly reminded of the same predicament that my musician friend Goh went through weeks ago..All guitar owners face the same travel problems..don't we?)

THE 'BROKEN GUITAR 'DREAM
see , the funny part is,, though, i call this dream 'broken guitar " dream..In this dream,it doesn't get accidentally broken or some such.I actually proceed to neatly cut the neck halfway just so that the guitar can be the right size to fit into the baggage that meets baggage size specifications with my airlines..I neatly cut the stem and then fit the pieces into the box and tell to myself in the dream, "Aah..I am so smart..now it fits neatly in the box..now it won't break due to bad baggage handling"
Then, in the dream,once the travel is done, I claim my baggage and then I reach home and I open my box.I take the guitar out.The end piece that i had previously  neatly cut off is still hanging off from the main guitar by the strings and I am thinking to myself, "Okay, now, how am i going to fix this?Oh boy! Looks like this guitar is done for.Finished..How on earth did i think of cutting off the neck like that? And Am I still expecting it to work after that?What is this?"  Then in the dream(if you could see it like I did )  you can see the horror of realization on my face at how stupid I was to neatly saw off the neck of the guitar like that , all because I wanted to fit it into a suitcase.Seriously! Funny and sad at the same time
END OF DREAM

When i woke from my dream,I actually was so distressed .For a moment I thought that  did really cut up my guitar.I actually had to go check if the guitar was intact. And there was a moment of relief..Weird and freaky.
I guess the dream was only a re-processing of my earlier thoughts and concerns about how to transport my guitar while I make it through the  air travel!  SILLY ME. I so badly want to take my guitar along but i think i have far more important things to take along..the guitar might have to be left behind..NOOOOOO!

The snake dream-yeah,Its Dream journal time again!

I have been seeing some rather freaky dreams these past few days.
Just a couple of days ago, I had this dream where i run from High school to High school trying to enroll and no one will take me and then I kinda manage to enroll, only to find out that the Teen Leonardo Di caprio is my classmate."What is so FREAKY?" ,you might ask!

See, the thing is ......
You know the 'BASKETBALL DIARIES' movie ? and the teen Leo in that movie.Yeah, yeah, the one that develops a drug addiction problem eventually in the movie ! Yeah, THAT Leo was my classmate in the dream.Not the 'Titanic' movie Leo.Just had to clarify!
So,yeah, coming to the SNAKE DREAM.
Yeah,I saw snakes in my dream..Rather, a single snake, that kept wriggling/writhing back and forth.
Btw,I saw a Leo movie before going to sleep on the night that i saw the Leo dream.
Also, I saw a David Attenborough's documentary on snakes just prior to going to sleep on the night that i saw the snake dream. Also i have been listening to this song called a DREAM MACHINE over and over these past few weeks.There is a line in that song which goes, "Rattlesnakes charmed on the dance floor, dance floor, dance floor" and then i have taken to envisioning actual rattlesnakes lying charmed on the dance floor each time i listen that line in that song.

DREAM INTERPRETATION is quite easy,you know!Things that You see in your dreams are actually things you have been mulling on quite recently prior to dreaming-Be it TV or be it daily routine things .There is no mystic interpretation required..It is plain and simple.Dreams are just our minds' way of organizing thoughts and storing memory. It goes through all recent memory and then sorts out stuff and stores some and discards others.Much like the temporary folders in our computer.
So yeah, coming back to ....

SNAKE DREAM
So,In this dream,I am lying on this cot which is laid out on a cemented yard which looks on to mountains and meadows.Very picturesque!I am lying down with face down intently focussed on the floor because there is a snake on the floor , wriggling around and going round and round on the cement floor. no really..It just kept moving swiftly over and over in a large wide circles.And we people are intently watching it do so, all the while making verbal commentary on how swift it is..
All of a sudden, I turn around and look at the other people and start discussing how me must build a gutter with a netted mesh cover for the snake all around the cemented patio,just so that the snake can happily keep sliding around while at the same time the people don't get scared and they don't accidentally come in contact with the snake..

I finish explaining the architectural details of this cement gutter and turn back to the floor to continue watching the snake writhing on the floor, but ,the snake is gone.I am like, "hey, where did the snake go ? It was here on the floor all this while!" and i suddenly realize that the snake has climbed onto the cot that i am presently lying on..
I get quite shocked because the snake is so close to me now and just as i speak,This snake kinda pounces on me and kinda lays a gentle smooch(I prefer to call it a smooch instead of a bite) on each of my eyes and I am starting to shout out--" It didn't bit me..it just touched my eyes ever so softly" and
BOOM ..I wake up from my sleep..that was freaky.. coz immediately after i woke up.. i started to look for a snake under my cot--Boy!!!!

The lady and Dr.House dream journal.This is weird and funny!

Okay,it has been a few hours since i woke up, and needless to say, the intricate details of this semi nightmare (note that it is not a nightmare at all, but the details are kinda weird) are all lost on me. I vaguely remember a few details but am mostly standing the danger to forget it all unless i make a note.Hence, this blog entry. 

               So, the dream starts with a lady (not me), wearing a doctor's white coat, entering this dimly lit room-A large one actually-with furniture like that of a large private lounge with a little elevated deck at the entrance followed by a little depressed island and such. So, yeah, This lady while still wearing the white coat and stethoscope around her neck walks in with what seems like a large pizza platter(the one that goes into a large pizza oven) and on it is a large pizza too. And she hurries in and almost forcibly, lays that large pizza plate on to the table right beside the entrance.NOTE THAT I AM JUST AN ONLOOKER IN THIS DREAM-I SEEM TO BE STANDING IN SOME DINGY CORNER OF THE ALREADY ILL-LIT ROOM AND JUST WATCHING THESE PROCEEDINGS. 

          Now, there are two other people standing in the central depressed island of this room and as this lady enters and throws that pizza plate on the table adjacent to her, she yells ," Here you go , Dr.House, Your pizza!" and suddenly , I see myself turning to my left and realizing that there is this figure sitting on a chair to my left and who else but Dr.House! Yeah, the actor who plays the doctor in Dr.House ! And now , he is silently smirking at the pizza. And the other two males standing in that room suddenly start protesting at how regressive it is for her to make pizza for Dr.House  and how she is reinforcing unfair gender expectations by actually making him a pizza while she herself is an equally accomplished doctor, a surgeon at that...LOL..

    All three of them just break into an argument while, surprisingly, Dr.House is just silent. They are practically bickering in fully detailed dialogues and all.THE DETAILS OF WHICH i HAVE FORGOTTEN , NOW!

          Amidst that argument, the lady kinda takes off her white coat and says something like, "see, I know I am a surgeon, I know I am not supposed to cook him food at the hospital at work and I know , he is supposed to know how to fend for himself, I know it is regressive to cook meals for someone else coz they are incapable of cooking, I know I should let him starve, But hey, He is paying me for making his meals and In addition to getting paid for being a surgeon here, why not make some extra money by making meals for Dr.House?After all, it is not like I am making it for free. " and then she proceeds to tell something to Dr. House, " Dr.house, all your other meals are in the fridge if you want them" upon which , the other two and me , suddenly let out a shocked disapproving "Awwww, that is no good" All three of us are shocked that an accomplished lady surgeon is cooking meals for colleagues as a side business at work. LOL.

     NOW, NOW,these are the kind of dreams I am seeing these days. LOL. Maybe i must start cooking meals for ppl at work, maybe that is what this dream is all about. LOL

The 'Meet the Parents-break my bubble' nightmare-Dream journal!

So, yeah, 3 hrs ago, i tweeted about the nasty quality of Nightmares I have been having lately.

The really bad part is , I have this fitful sleep because of the pathetic nighmare i am having and then i get up, there is this residual sick feeling in my head,  but then i forget the details of the dream altogether. 

" why is remembering the details of the dream /nightmare so important?", You might ask 

Well, for one, though i don't believe in the outrageous theories about dream interpretation proposed by Freud and others, I do admit that analyzing one's dreams and correlating the dreams with one's own real life incidents  is GREAT FUN. For want of a better pastime perhaps, but still, fun to just try and connect the dreams to what really happenned to me in my  life in the recent past, tconnected to that dream.

        The funnier part is, Each time in the morning when i can't seem to recall my previous night's nighmare, i make a mental note that the next time around (as if I am so sure i will get a nightmare the next time around!) I am going to try and remember the details of the dream.This resolve makes my next round of nightmare even more stressful coz While in my sleep , i am also stressing that i better remember it. LOL

                Anyways, 

HERE ARE THE DETAILS OF THE NIGHTMARE THAT I BARELY MANAGED TO REMEMBER 

The dream starts off with me taking this guy home , you know, I am 30yrs old in the dream, so, yeah, the timeline of the dream is NOW. So, looks like, I am taking my boyfriend or would-be- fiance'   home to meet my parents. Hence, the header of this blog entry, "meet the parents" .

        The interesting part of this dream is , I take him to meet my parents , to the home which my parents no longer live at . My parents now live in a whole other city. This old home though, holds the distinction of being the home that I spent almost all my teen years at .This home has large fruit trees all around, A great flower garden in the front and beautiful marble floors in the living room , kitchen and bathrooms. My dad actually got the marble laid after we purchased the house. So, there have been days during my teen years , when i would retire into my very large bathroom with its cold marble floor and lie down on the floor. YES , You read it right !  The bathroom was so big and dry and clean , you could like down on the floor and dream away.

             So, yeah, my parents  of course moved after my dad retired. So, of course, if NOW I take my fiance home to meet my parents, I would actually take him to a whole another house in a whole another city.So, why?, in this dream , I still took him to that old home, well! I don't know! I think I am subconsciously connected to that house still in a lot of emotional ways , perhaps!

          So, I take him home, and then the next part of the dream just rushes, we talk, we spend evenings discussing stuff with parents  and what not.There was this whole air of young couple discussing future plans with parents and what not. I don't remember those details of the dream even. Fastforward to the 'break my bubble' part of the dream.

          One late twilight evening, as the room started getting darker, ME and HIM, sit in this room , which was initially our guest room, which then later,I made it my room for a bit before i moved out of house to go to medschool in another state. So, both of us are sitting near the window in that room and suddenly a discussion ensues. He is telling me something akin to how i probably misunderstood his intentions and  probably how he is still not over his last gf. 

And then i start arguing with him, "But hey, you were the one that broke up with her, yeah?" 

He says, " no, she broke up with me "

 and I go, " what? But that is not what the media says!"(gosh,where did the media come from in a dream sequence!)

and I am starting to get all angry and almost about to cry in indignation

 and then he proceeds to explain it to me that , it was her who broke up with him coz he won't want to commit the way she wanted and that the media didn't know a thing and that he was still in love with her and that i misunderstood his attention as love and what not.. 

       By this juncture in the dream, i am semi awake and therefore am making a mental note that i must , must, must remember the details of this nightmare and blog about it.. This resolve kinda breaks my sleep and I am wide awake, 3:40 in the morning.. Duh ! I usually get up at 4:00 ..Damn, lost 20 precious minutes of good ole sleep,. Shikes !