Dreams

A couple of nights ago, I had a really strange dream.  I thought I would put it out here for the masses to interpret.  The girl in the dream is the one who started it all for me. The one I am still crazy about all these years later. The one I don’t have a relationship with.  I think I’ll call her Amelie. Ok…here goes.

I was with Amelie at an unknown church where a friend of mine was pastor, and she was begging me to do this marionette puppet performance with her.  There were two rather large wooden goat marionettes that were supposed to dance to a certain song.  Amelie was so excited because the composer of the music was in the audience!  I had no idea how to manipulate marionette puppets and certainly couldn’t get a goat one to dance properly.  Amelie was giving me some pointers on how to make it work so I finally agreed to do it with her.  We went out on stage and the music started.  She started making her goat jump really high so I tried to make mine match hers.  Within seconds my goat was a tangled mess of string and body parts.  I continued to try to make it dance while I also tried to untangle the strings.  After a bit, Amelie just looked at me and stopped making her goat dance.  I thought she was disappointed in me, but it turns out the song playing was not the goat dancing song.  The crowd chuckled and someone tried to find the right song.  Meanwhile, the marionette maker came up and worked on untangling the goat.  The music started again and it still wasn’t the correct song. This time the composer came onstage and Amelie told him that the only copy of the song she had was a 45 record.  She had it backstage if he wanted her to go get it, but she wasn’t sure if they had a way to play it.  He said he had a copy of the song as well and ran to get it.  All this time, the marionette maker continued to try to untangle my puppet and the congregation of the church sang along to the second song that had played.  Jolene by Dolly Parton.  I thought it was so odd that everyone was happily singing along.   

And that’s when I woke up.  At first I was thrilled that I didn’t have to do that marionette performance.  Then I thought it was strange that the church congregation was singing along to that song.  Then I realized it was a dream.

Ok…go.