Damn I’m awake, but I am so glad that I woke up. For the first time in a quite a while I have had a lucid dream. An extremely lucid one. It used to happen to me all the time, every night in fact… That’s what spawned this epic in my mind, the story. The feeling.  The curiosity. The belief. I was at a concert that seemed like a school auditorium at first,I was sitting in the front row.  As it went on the surrounding became less important; I am not sure if they were even there actually. A band was on stage performing. At first the music was strange and it was as if only I could hear it. The rest of the crowd sat in silence, lacking movement. As the music grew louder and I began to enjoy it more my focus started to zero in on the band. It was then that I had the urge to stand up and show the band some support. I first wanted to get up and go to the stage and start to dance and sing along and enjoy the music with my body. I then got out of the chair and walked to the stage and began to dance along to the music and sing. The song was incredible. The crowd began to cheer behind me and I could hear their collective enjoyment of this music. Then I could see them out in front of me. Looking down my hands around then neck of a guitar, the sticks of drums, piano keys, on the strings of a bass, a microphone in front of me. I was the band. All of them. The music was so good I had to remember it and I woke up before the song had ended.

I awoke to write down what I had heard lyrically and memorize the music in my mind by getting my hands on my guitar and manifesting it. I have been inspired or gotten musical ideas from dreams before… but however it was only an image, a few notes of a melody, and passing phrase in speech that carried over with me. This time it was different I heard it all: lyrics and their phrasing, the guitar and it’s melodies, the underlining harmonies of a piano, the rhythm of the bass-line, the beat of the drums. All of the music playing at once together as it would be in a real song. When I wanted to wake up, I did. I tried to remember and at first as I thought of the words I had heard/sang they were out of order from which I had heard/sang them. Just a series of random words… Is that how we think in dreams? Is that how we think in general? So I tried harder and I recalled the music as it was in the dream and wrote it down.

I have heard of the theory of music or songs as ideas existing before the creative artist actually write them. That they always existed and are only being interpreted through this persons point of view. I think that is false. I just simply don’t agree with it, I could go into why but that is a blog for another time. The style of the music reminds me of the music I create in my daily life. Even with the creative obstacle I have been battling with. That people will not understand what I am trying to tell them in the fashion that I am trying to do so. But this dream changed something about my creative thought process. Fixed it most likely. I may even use what I created in dreaming as a part of a song I have been writing and re-working for probably 6 or more years. Did I create this song or did this song create a new part of me?