I think I am going to take a slight “detour” from my usual routine of musing on something until I come up with a positive and uplifting message. While I find it fitting to try to leave a positive message in every post, I’m not sure the subject matter of this particular entry will easily come to the kind of conclusion I normally give. So, here goes.
I’d had a fairly routine day yesterday. Things went slightly “unexpectedly” when I came home to find my sister had come to say hello. I was pleasantly surprised, and that was all well and good. I was tired, but felt I’d accomplished a fair bit. Yes, it had been a routine, but very good Friday.
I think I ended up falling asleep around eleven in the evening. I wasn’t overly tired, but I knew I’d sleep well. I was happy to be entering my second most favorite sanctuary: The Land of Dreams–where anything is possible. Hmm, sounds like an advertisement… how cool is that?
Anyway, the next thing I remember is that I find myself in my bedroom, reading a book of some sort. Slight variations in the scenery tells my subconscious that this is a dream. Oddly enough, that impression always appears at the beginning of my “adventures” in this awesome place, and at the very end, just before I wake up. It doesn’t last very long, either. Not that it matters really, I just think it’s interesting. I’m digressing, though.
So here I am, in my bedroom, reading a book. I’m on the floor, the book in front of me, like I used to do when I was younger. Don’t know why that sticks in my memory, but there it is. Next thing I know, I hear the front door open. Da’s voice drifts in through my closed bedroom door, and I can tell he’s in a really great mood. I also can somehow tell that he’s brought somebody with him. My initial thought, of course, is to go “who on earth…?”
I hear Da laugh at something as he closes the door. He’s telling one of his familiar stories. Then, I hear another voice–no, a laugh. I recognize the voice immediately. Slightly raspy, a few grains of sand scattered about what would normally be a smooth tone, the register of speech resting in between high baritone and medium tenor. The timbre brings back memories of when I was a kid, when Da and I would be driving somewhere… he’d always listen to music. It only takes a second for me to recognize who Da has brought with him into our house.
“Steven Tyler?” I ask myself in a whisper. The logical part of my mind is asking how on earth this could be, and alternating between being excited and nervous at the fact that there’s a celebrity in my house. MY house of all places. The back of my mind, for some really strange reason, is saying “Oh yeah, we’ve known him for years. Steven Tyler’s been a good friend of the family for ages.” There’s some part of me that’s asking “Why this guy? I don’t listen very much to Aerosmith anymore…”
That’s one thing about my dreams. I’m not sure how common this is with most people, but a lot of the time my mind will somehow still think like I would in real life, but at the same time, I’ll feel like the dream is where the logic is supposed to be. There’s a kind of transition that usually takes place, and I have to kind of cross this line from the logical waking world into the “illogical” dream world. Again, this is probably common, but I just find it interesting to try to describe. I’ve never attempted to put this kind of thing into words before.
Oh, for those of you that don’t know Steven Tyler is best known for being the lead singer of the musical group called Aerosmith. You can look it up if you really feel like it. I’m not feeling like I want to deal with the oddities of putting in links to a Wikipedia article. I’ll make it up to you later. Haha.
At any rate, so here it is that Steven Tyler’s in my house. I don’t think I ever fully crossed the “transition” because for the entirety of the dream, I felt as I normally would feel around a celebrity, while everybody else in my family was treating him just as if they’d known him for years. I wish I could remember all the details, but sadly I am unable to. I can give a few highlights though, which I found somewhat amusing.
There was one point where I thought about tweeting the fact that Steven Tyler was “in league” with our family. I wanted to show off a bit, I guess. I wanted to tell people that I knew Steven Tyler and that he was actually in my house having fun with the family. So I got out the laptop and tweeted that Steven Tyler was currently in my house chatting to Da about one of his tunes. I remember thinking this was funny when I woke up, because that’s just something I would do. I’d tweet if I were in that situation because I’d be dying to share (and yes I suppose show off a bit) LOL.
So anyway, I tweeted about this whole thing and people started sending me mentions, asking for proof. I remember feeling kind of mad. My thought processes went along the lines of “You want proof? Well… I’ll show you proof… you big jerks.” Imagine me trying to be all huffy about it and you get the picture, I think. LOL
So people start asking for proof, and I remember that I have my Olympus digital recorder (my camera) close by. So I figured I’d record him and Dad talking. Or better yet, I’ll record him and me talking. So I go out of my bedroom and ask Steven Tyler if he’d be willing to let me record him talking so I can post it on Twitter. He consents and Da asks me why I’m so excited, asking “Don’t you remember, we’ve known him for years” etc etc etc.
The subject kind of gets skimmed over somehow–a dream skip I guess. LOL and the next thing I know is that one of my sisters comes in and asks Steven, “Hey Steven, wanna come help me buy my tree frogs?”
The dream had to be a jerk and end there, but I woke up thinking how on earth did that all happen? It was one of those really ridiculous things that makes absolutely no sense, and yet at the same time, it says, “This could happen…” What with Steven Tyler being alive, I mean really–he’s friends with people. The dream was kinda putting our family in his friends’ shoes, or something. LOL I told you this was going to be a ridiculous post!
Honestly, I haven’t had one of those absolutely outlandish dreams in a long, long time. Most of my dreams end up completely fantasy related, or literature related. The things in the dream make sense and it all is in context with itself, like one would read a fantasy or science fiction novel. It’s all in one neat little package and world’s don’t collide unless the system of magic allows it. Hard to explain, but there you have it.
Speaking of reading novels, I have to tell you a somewhat funny story. I was listening to an audio drama called “The Clone Republic.” There was quite a loud action scene going on, filled with guns and combat and bombs and things. Well, during this scene, I suddenly started feeling vibrations in my feet, as if I were amidst all the chaos! For a second, I felt as if I were in two places at once. Part of me was with the characters of the story, while the other part was being abruptly brought back to reality by sheer bafflement.
I couldn’t hear anything else going on around me because I was, as I do most of the time, wearing headphones. I had the drama up pretty loud and the outside world was completely gone from my range of hearing. You can imagine how weird it was to suddenly start feeling vibrations in my feet during these combat scenes. My initial thought was “Holy crap, am I really listening to this THAT loud?”
I of course found out after a few minutes that the vibrations were coming from downstairs, where Da was doing stuff with a flight simulator. That experience got me thinking, though. Wouldn’t it be cool if we could listen to things on headphones but be able to feel what we were listening to, as if we were hearing it through really big speakers? Of course, I’m not sure how that would work. I just think the prospect is interesting. I also think really high tech virtual reality is interesting, too, but I doubt I’ll ever see that in my lifetime. However, I have wondered if the kind of virtual reality that one reads about in books–the kind with the high tech suits which perfectly emulate tactile sensation–will come to fruition at some point. As quickly as technology seems to be moving, one can’t help but wonder just how close it will get to the science fiction books.
With that said, I think I’m going to close here for the time being. I’ve put quite a lot of words out this time, and I believe the eyes can only handle so much writing at one time. The ears might be another matter for those of you reading with screen readers, the fingers still another for those using Braille displays. My point is that I think I am going to close and save the rest of my words for later posts. Enjoy that little bit of a look into the more odd colors of my spectrum, and I will write you again at some point!