I’m sitting on my postal stamp sized back porch enjoying the cool morning, listening to the geese honking and some tree frogs singing, with a song running through my mind; “Isn’t it Time” by the Babys. In particular is the phrase “I just can’t find the answers to the questions that keep running through my mind”. This happens to me every morning. I wake up with a song or song fragment playing in my mind. If I wake up in the middle of night it’s a different song. It’s like a soundtrack for my dreams. Hmmm…I like that thought. My dreams are alive with sharp details, colors, smells, tactile sensations and sounds but, I realize now, no music. Perhaps the music is the trigger that allows me to remember my dreams so clearly. People are always amazed at how well I remember and often say they wish that they could remember theirs the same way. Some people say that they don’t dream but we know that isn’t true. I know that to remember a dream you have to think about it as soon as you start to wake up and fix it in your conscious mind. Maybe the song fragment is what makes that happen for me, because it’s already in my conscious mind. I think in lyrics when I’m awake too. I see something or do something and a phrase from a song pops into my mind. The entire song isn’t necessarily pertinent to what’s going on but the phrase is. The other day someone at work asked me how I was doing and without thinking I said “I’m a Bruce Springsteen song”. They looked puzzled, sort of laughed and walked away. My reputation grows.
The cats have ventured out of the house and are cautiously exploring the area. Strangely enough, it is Tache (16) that is being most adventurous. I just looked around for her and found her 4 units away (townhouses). Typha (7), on the other hand, goes about 3 steps onto the grass and comes running back to me; making sure I’m still here. I was going to write about National Stupid Week but it’s just too peaceful on the back porch with the cats to think about the idiocy going on in Washington.
The sun is making his way above the buildings and shining in my eyes but it helps with the illusion that I’m maintaining that I’m looking at the ocean and not another set of townhouses; the murmur of traffic on the highway is like the sound of the waves on the shore and the gnats….well, the gnats are the gnats and are going to drive me inside just like they do on the beach….illusion complete.