Typically the way it works on a nightly basis is: despite the vivid experience of dreaming, the specific details of dreams tend to fade rather quickly upon waking. However, in spite of that fade away there tends to at least be some residue of the general theme or primary emotion experienced during the slumber.
For me, for as long as I can remember, the general recurring theme has been about connection & disconnection. Gatherings and un-gatherings. The progression seems to be:
This is the ongoing series I deal with on a nightly basis without fail. It’s not always a disturbing experience as it’s happening, but when it is disturbing I tend to recollect that aspect upon waking.
I’ve long wanted to indulge in dream analysis therapy and have someone of a psychological profession help interpret my dreams, or at least the residue of them. But even without that I know that at my core the fear of abandonment has always been there. Why? I can’t be sure, but they say these things tend to be the result of a traumatic experience at a young age. So perhaps mine is due to getting lost at an amusement park (King’s Island in Ohio) at age six just as the place was closing and everyone was leaving. A traumatic experience for a child at that age, so far from home and faced with the unknown.
I also know that at my core I’m all about making and preserving connections to people. And, like most, I’ve dealt with more than my share of disconnections, regrettably. So I know that sense of loss is inherent to the proceedings.
Given all that, I’m inclined to believe this recurring theme will always be a part of my nightly dreaming.
Mountains have done more than I have today. Took the day off work to recuperate after an exciting night of live music, good friends and good times. Old bones need that extra recovery time. It wasn’t until two in the afternoon that I managed to shower, leave my bedroom and actually feed myself. Tomorrow it’s back to the regularly scheduled program of the daily grind. Woe is me.
Above are just a few photos from our Tuesday night of which the highlight was the Death Angel show (w/ special guests Mothership, Photian Schism and Man Eating Giant) at the Black Circle Brewing Co. in Indianapolis, IN that I attended with my lifelong best friend and brother (from another mother) Joshua Hooten.
The photos, clockwise:
It was great being front-to-the-left to witness one of my guitar heroes nuke my brain with is ridiculous riffing and scintillating solos. The whole band was very tight and precise.
Death Angel is a pioneering American thrash metal band from the San Francisco/Oakland, California Bay Area, formed in 1982. We discovered them around 1988 on their sophomore album Frolic Through the Park.
Today was not a good day for this writer. Mondays are like that, though. I tend to look for distractions after the first day back to work. Of course, art junkie and info junkie tendencies don’t help the cause either. I’ll do better on Wednesday since I’ll have the day off. G’night.
Old man blues today. Headache and sore hip. I am a middle-aged man hoping there isn’t a hip replacement in my future. However, I do totally expect a head replacement someday.