Do you ever have recurring dreams? If so, are they good dreams or nightmares?
"When I wake up early in the morning,
lift my head, I'm still yawning.
When I'm inthe middle of a dream,
stay in bed, float up stream. (Float up stream)
Please don't wake me, no, don't shake me,
leave me where I am - I'm only sleeping."
(Of course that song snuck in.. <3 )
I can't exactly call it a recurring dream, because the people and location is different in every dream. What's repeated is that I dream of people I have seen a few times in my life, whom I don't know personally, and they are always "portrayed" in my dreams as important or well-known people. I've dreamed of the british guy in his 30s I spoke to in only two minutes many years ago (he sold me tickets to a Queen musical), and of other people I've passed on the street, or seen on the train or the bus, or people stopping by at the shop I work at in the weekends.
All these people who doesn't really mean much to me, and I don't have any real connection with.. somehow my subconcious likes these people. And chose to remember them and portray them as significant and famous people, in my dreams.
It's really strange.
Like last night, I dreamt of a lady who lives in a house 100 meters away from mine. I guess she's in her 50's, maybe early 60's, and she still looks really good despite her age.
In the dream I had last night, this woman was Norway's most famous Opera singer. (Which is strange itself, because Norway isn't the typical place for opera..)
In the dream I was in the National Theatre and she preformed the aria "O Mio Babbino Caro". The atmosphere was sort of ... not present time. I got the feeling it was the 1930's or around that time.
She looked completely stunning, with her dark Marilyn Monroe-like hair and a pearl necklace and diamong earrings and in a white fur coat. She looked like a real diva. The "scene" in the dream that I liked the most was after the opera had finished and she came out and journalists and photographers and fans swarmed around her. I was only somebody poor who had snuck in to see her performance, and I had cried when she sang.
She walked down the red velvet stairs and people were everywhere, and I pushed through to get to see this magnificent woman more closely. And then I pushed some journalists close to her aside, and she stopped. For only a few seconds she looked at me with an expressionless face, and then she gave me a warm, loving smile and a slight nod, before continuing down into the chaos of people.
I felt such joy.
In real life this, I don't know anything about this woman, except from the fact that she lives nearby and with her daughter and granddaughter. I walk to my workplace everyday, since it's only 15 minutes from my home, and sometimes she goes for a walk and our paths cross. And always when we go by eachother I look at her and she smiles this wonderful smile.
Now I kind of quietly wish that she's a retired opera singer, but i guess that's too much to hope for. The first thing I thought about when I woke up today, is that I want to write her a letter sometime. I will write her a letter right before I move, and tell her about this dream.
Who knows what she thinks of me when we walk by one another? For all I know I might be nothing more to her than "one of those young people with music on their ears", as I walk by her with my huge earphones and in my red, worn out coat, slumping with the shoulders and lazy eyes.
She, on the other hand, will from this day on, be none other to me than the great opera singer with the warm smile.
Here is the song she sung. i was first introduced to it a few years ago when my best friend sang this aria in a contest. It's beautiful. And I'm not even particulary interested in opera either. The piece was composed by Puccini for the opera 'Gianni Schicchi'.
O Mio Babbino Caro, here preformed by Maria Callas:
Dedicated to the woman in the house nearby, who is yet to know that she once preformed this and brought tears to my eyes.