It’s been a coon’s age forever since I’ve written about a dream I’ve had. It’s not that I haven’t had good ones, it is just that I wasn’t really remembering them too much in detail.
Saturday night it was one that has just stuck with me…..for no good reason.
The dream was a hybrid of the stories of the Edmund Fitzgerald and the Exxon Valdez. …and it was done in computer graphic simulation, as if being recreated by the Discovery channel or something. ….and it was in its entirety…from leaving port to sinking – even though the Valdez, in real life, did not sink. There was music (no, not Gordon Lightfoot) and narration. This was a quality production.
The boat, which in my dream it was the Valdez, roars out of port, out of control, scrapes along the sides of rivers and break walls, tearing chunks of the hull away from said ship and eventually sinks. The background was pitch black, but the ship and buildings and maps used to portray this “tragedy” was done in almost neon like displays – something like Tron.
There was also a part of the dream that included my contact case – and the bottom of each compartment had black sludge on them. Spilled oil in Prince William Sound? Or my subconscious telling me that I just didn’t clean the lenses good enough when I took them out before bedtime?
Yes, I could have called this post ‘The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald’, but that seemed too easy. And I have a better story about that anyway. Years ago, in sports bar in Monterey, they had live entertainment (instead of the NBA semi-finals – not that I really cared about those). The “entertainment” was a guy and his guitar. He opened his set (opened!) with that Gordon Lightfoot chestnut. I could not stop laughing.
Seriously, where does one go from there?
Song by: Marti Jones