A Boom of Blooms

The Dream Part 2

This entry is part 2 of 5 in the series The Dream

After reading the first person’s description of the dream, I thought I’d give it a stab myself.

The template is pretty close, so I’ll follow it, pointing out the little differences as they crop up…

The communication in the dream, for me, came from aliens/extra-terrestrials. The message was from benevolent beings, warning about malevolent ones.

They explained that there was a dimension that all consciousness through out the universe shares. Within that dimension, there is a singular, constantly advancing now- with scale and gravity influencing the speed at which an organism experiences that advancement. Most organisms in the universe are unaware of their connection to this dimension- it’s influence being as embedded and difficult to examine with deep understanding as gravity.

There are some species in the Universe, though, that have figured out how to study it. At some point there were some humans that figured it out- they managed to briefly connect with a couple of other species, but then lost connection, somewhat- there was a connection left open into a kind of collective human unconsciousness- an area of myths and dreams.

There was a group of aliens that decided to “help” humans by seeding certain ideas into our deepest dreams, to get us to “advance”- there was a couple of problems that arose though- one, was that the material conditions of humans are very different than these helpful aliens, these differences were pretty much impossible to discern through the mythic lens that the aliens were observing us through- and a lot of unforeseen consequences have started happening that put humans into danger.

These dangers would have been corrected for, but, the other issue that arose, was another group of, not so nice aliens, who, unknown to the “good” aliens, had started using humans for their amusement, and had caught on to the damage being done and were actively pushing the conditions to make the situation worse. Part of their agenda was also to keep humans from realizing the existence of the psycho-dimensional realm.

The dream came from the good aliens as an apology and warning- it was difficult for them to engineer and would probably not occur again any time soon.

At the end of the dream there was a weird interjection that the malicious aliens had figured out where the earth is and are on their way here physically. This was quickly followed up by an impression that they already arrived, but found out that they were microscopic compared to humans and initially could have no effect on us… maybe this then feeds into the first persons version of the dream…

Season of Green

Spring into Summer

Something interesting is brewing- Learn to Turn

UPDATE: I have come up with a name for the song- Learn to Turn

I’ve been working on piece with a chord pattern inspired by the song Jody’s Dream by Michael Morritt.

A while ago, I contacted Michael to ask about some of his songs- there’s an emotional quality to Michael’s songwriting that I really appreciate, and I was looking for an uncommon, and personal, influence.
Here’s a great video of a performance he gave in Dublin, this link starts at 9:12, where he starts “Held”, it’s a good example of the emotional intensity I find appealing in Michael’s work-
https://youtu.be/TdsPO8ZsIpY?t=9m12s
The only copy of Jody’s Dream online, that I know of, is on his MySpace page- https://myspace.com/michaelmorritt, but I can’t get it to play- MySpace gives me hope that Facebook may come crashing down someday and we all move onto something better 😉
You can find a good chunk of Michael’s music on his Soundcloud- https://soundcloud.com/michaelmorritt

Taking the chord progression, and following an intuitive “what happens when I try this”, I shifted the key a bit and fleshed out a musical base for a song-
http://sketchbin.webmadman.net/2017/progression01-export-3.mp3

Jody’s Dream has some very poignant lyrics, and I sat with the emotional intensity, but shifted the perspectives and concerns a bit. After some time of kneading my heart, words started bubbling up and form little ear worms wiggling around my head. After some trial and error, I managed to get an vocal sketch done-
http://sketchbin.webmadman.net/2017/2018_01_12-export-3.mp3

I haven’t named it yet, I’m giving Michael an opportunity first.
It’s called Learn to Turn

The lyrics-

Learn to Turn

frost furred leaves crumple under foot
the sound scrapes against the crisp morning air
I watch the shape of my breath
and think about the affects of the words I share

when we gonna learn to turn our means to better ends
to begin to see the need on which it all depends

hearts breaking on the steepest curve
an endless pull on the deepest nerve

Taylor and Jake are at it again up on the third floor
the rage and frustration, well, you know, we’ve heard it all before
A silence made monster that’s clearly holding sway
hidden in the shape of what they never say

can they make it through
figure out just what to do

there was a gathering in a clearing once
an attempt to balance on a certain line

the storm may have ebbed
but the bill for the damage has yet to arrive
and the ramifications continue to ripple through

There was ice in the rain that fell last night
The season’s shift is crystalline and dangerous
“smells like emotion” someone railed in disgust
intimacy can be tricky when it’s more than just us

We’re over the crest and into the valley
It’s hiding in the corners of our collective back alley
It’s more than a jest but has no market value
but when put to the test, there’s always something that’s still you

when we gonna learn to turn our means to better ends
to begin to see the need on which it all depends

hearts breaking on the steepest curve
an endless pull on the deepest nerve

could we make it through
figure out just what to do

to end these circles
of always ending

We’re over the crest and into the valley
It’s hiding in the corners of our collective back alley
It’s more than a jest but has no market value
but when put to the test, there’s always something that’s still you

Kristan spoke with words that would move
but so few turned to look before she had to leave

Cleared her throat in a quiet way,
left the space for what she didn’t say

there’s an answer to a question that is never ending when you let it
but getting caught in a certain course can get stuck in a mighty tough bit

a knowing look that says what words can get all wrong
some folks they have a weakness for playing it strong

We’re over the crest and into the valley
It’s hiding in the corners of our collective back alley
It’s more than a jest but has no market value
but when put to the test, there’s always something that’s still you

when we gonna learn to turn our means to better ends
to begin to see the need on which it all depends

hearts breaking on the steepest curve
an endless pull on the deepest nerve

Can we fill it in complete,
a moment of the real with us
a kind of feeling through the rush
that tells us that we’re here to touch
soul to soul to soul to soul

Catching up on the last month of pictures