I was trying to escape from a ballroom, where i had been condemned for eternity, out a window, when one of the family who had imprisoned me began to sing: “Croc-croc my baby croc-croc”. The song was a nursery rhyme and a calling and as she coninuted her song a huge crocodile waddledto the window and began to snap its jaw.
And there we sat for ever: her singing, me petrified.
And then I woke up.
I’m an out and out Jungian but I am not worried here about what the story tells me about me but how we hear music in our dreams.
In dreams, I sing, other people sing, I go to private concerts by Elvis Costello or I write a song on paper and try to read it.
If you are obsessed with something I guess it makes sense you would continue to do it when you sleep but my dreams are so seeped in music it is bizarre. The other day I dreamt I played “Now You Has Jazz” over and over and over again. Sort of pointless dreaming about something you have already done a day before.
Odder still is I write songs in my dreams but I can’t write songs for toffee (I used to date a girl called Anne who claimed my songs sounded like a dog being strangled -and she was being kind). So how can I do it while I’m asleep? And I’m a music critic, I can tell they weren’t crap. Unfortunately I can’t really remember em!!
Sometimes dreams are simple wish fulfillment so when I dream I’m listening to Louis Armstrong sing “Now You Has Jazz” on stage in person I kinda think it’s just a desire.
But when my brain has me trapped into a ballroom… croc-croc indeed.