DinghyDog wrote:I take it the following doesn't really mean anything?
"Eid ma clack shaw
Zupoven del ba
Mertepy ven seinur
I had a dream a couple of months after my uncle died of cancer (55 yrs old) that I got to talk to him (even though in my dream he was also dead) and I asked him about dying. The words he was saying were not making a great deal of sense, like they were getting jumbled before he could get them out, like he was just learning to communitcate and actually very much like my grandmother who has dementia (she was his mother and he was her carer), but I could pick up the sense of what he was trying to say. The gist of what he was saying was that dying felt like being blown away on the wind in a wonderful (perhaps not the best word to use) way. but the most important thing he said to me I couldn't dicipher - he said "magical beardy egg" and the above lyrics remind me of that.
by the way, I am completely unmusical, but I have come up with some great songs in my dreams, not as a musician in my dreams, but just incidental music that is in my dreams that does not exist in reality. I have heard brand new pearljam songs in my dreams (purely my imagination, but no less cool), and I quite regularly have soundtracks to my dreams, which I don't realise until I wake up with the songs in my head. I remember a full on, action-packed dream that had a punk music soundtrack in the back ground (I don't even really listen to punk music, but I woke up with a great song ing my head).
My favorite of Bill Callahan and yes you are correct.
Nonsense words of a dream ...
the dreamer wanting to write a perfect song to take away memories.
When Bill was asked
Have you ever “dreamed the perfect song”?"I have dreamed melodies that made my heart weep and I have dreamed lyrics that would shatter the world. When I wake they run back into the woods."
dreams certainly have a way of doing this and one is left standing on the edge of the woods
can not see for the woods but left with just a feeling.
It is like be snapped back from another world with something that remains.
I have never dreamed nonsense words that I remember ...
my dreams are pictures ... like a photograph
that remain and a feeling and or knowledge from that.
Some more meaningful than others, those pictures never leave me....
not years later.
I too unmusical but I have dreamed PJ songs too ... funny.
They don't stay long but they are fun.
Your dream...."The gist of what he was saying was that dying felt like being blown away on the wind in a wonderful (perhaps not the best word to use) way."
I was left with this from a recent dream...'butterflies carried on the wind,
though a wind we can not see nor feel
but for the butterfly and the journey.'
and this from 15 years ago that has stayed and changed me forever'Why do they call it dying when it is leaving this world'
is just right to me ...
there is nothing to fear but death itself
it is a journey on.
Thank you for sharing and reading