Dreaming is the greatest thing that can happen to my world. In this thread, i will talk about how much a dream can influence in my daily life… and obviously in my mind. To enhance your reading experience, please turn on the following media player.
#9 Dream – John Lennon
The day ( sooner or later) must end at a certain time of the day. For me, the fact that kills it is marked by sleeping, ‘cause it makes me forget everything about it and connects me directly with my inner world… which nowadays is my favorite place.
While sleeping, i have two possibilities: First one’s when my body says that i’ve had enough of life, and it’s time to escape of every little thing. My mind starts errasing everything until it is completly white (which means dark, i guess) and i can be alone with myself. Second one is magic and more frequent, it’s when my mind takes parts of my day and from my beautiful memories, combines them and makes a perfect fusion between me and the world in my head.
When this last option happens… i can be everywhere i want, i can hug, i can kiss, i can jump, i can run, i can be beautiful, i can fly, i can do whatever comes to me… i can destroy everything harmful from the day and i can just be the way i am.
Dreaming is smiling with my beloved.
Dreaming is my perfect family.
Dreaming is no shadows in my room.
Dreaming is to laugh with my best friends.
Dreaming is music in my walls.
Dreaming is all i need in that moment, cause dreaming is dreaming.
But… while i’m swiming in the sky, telling you how much i love you, just the moment i hold your hand, just when we are smiling together… i don’t know why i have to destroy all those perfect imaginations that i enjoyed too much. I wake up… It hurts beacause i can feel it’s real, but i know it’s magic… fake as magic.
According to John, “Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé” doesn’t mean anything, it is just a phrase that came to him in a dream and he decided to base a song around it. (although the word “poussé” translates from the French as meaning roughly “thorough”) Of course many Lennon fans also noted that some elements of this song seemed eerily precognitive after he was shot to death on Dec. 8th, 1980, as his killer “called out his name” (“Mr. Lennon” as opposed to “John”) just before shooting him three times as he “took a walk down the street” near his NYC apartment. John also had a well known fascination with the number nine. Strangely this song, the weird verse of which has nine syllables, was released on John’s ninth solo album Mind Games (9 letters) on the ninth month of 1974 and went to number 9 on the charts of that year. Many have also noted that John was shot at 11 P.M. on Dec 8th, at which time it was already Dec. 9th in his hometown of Liverpool. 1980 is also, numerologically speaking, a “number 9 year”: 1+9+8=18, 1+8=9