Let me tell you all about the dream
I had last night. This one will keep
with the recent theme of famous musicians.
Although I did not meet David Bowie in the last dream, I was luckier in
this one. Here it is:
The dark clouds rolled in across
the sky. They were threatening to loose
thunder and lightning over the city. Pittsburgh
was hosting a popular marathon and I, uncharacteristically, was attending the running
event. Not running of course.
From a vantage point I saw a bolt
strike the ground a few miles downhill in the city. Seeing it strike I was overcome with a
feeling of destiny. I dove into the
stream of runners and ran at ten times their speed. I sped along weaving through runners and
traffic like the night bus. When I arrived
there was scorch mark upon the ground and an envelope sitting on its
centre. It read:
“Darling I missed you today at the
marathon today but I will see you in our future.
Until then, live
with love,
Violettarena”
I read it
and felt need of refreshment. Across the
street I saw a public swimming pool. “Time
for a swim!” I exclaimed. Through the gate
and men’s locker room I emerged into an Olympic sized indoor swimming
pool. The air was warm and humid.
Splash. I began doing laps at nearly the
same speed as I ran. I could swim laps
around Phelps. After about three
there-and-backs, the life guard stood in my way, halting me. The I stood up and saw the lifeguard. He was tan, wrinkly, and had long and
straight brown hair.
“You gotta
swim slower, man.” The lifeguard was
Iggy Pop. He blew his whistle to signify
it was safe for other swimmers to return to the pool waters. I was amazed that Iggy Pop would be
lifeguarding at a public pool in Pittsburgh.
I followed him over to his stand and engaged himself in conversation
about music. The conversation swung into
topics of film. I told him about my screen
play and he offered me his email, noting his acting experience in The Adventures of Pete and Pete.
“It’s been
nice talkin to ya man, but I’ve gotta go check the chlorine levels,” he
said. I dove back in and swam away.
I took a lot of creative license
with this one. This dream was pretty
ambiguous. I only remember Iggy, the
city, the pool, running and swimming fast, and our conversation. Still pretty cool though.
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