Jessicarrot

I have these really vivid dreams once in a while that I wake up still smelling, hearing or tasting. I’ve always “believed” in dreams… that they have some kind of mystical power in my life. I fell in love with India when I was in community college. My professor was an old hippie who was a brilliant story teller and a world traveler. One day in class he brought slides of India. They weren’t National Geographic–just a split second of reality there. Refined, explosive, colorful chaos. A million lives intertwined at once in the smallest space imaginable. I was so hooked. I dreamed of India, the color of the sun there. And when I eventually ended up there I noticed immediately that the light of the sun was indeed a different color. So I had this dream years later after returning from my world travels that I was back in India. Only I was back in time as well. What made the dream so vivid was the beating of drums. I have no internal rhythm, I’m totally challenged that way. I have no hope of ever blending in at an aerobics class. Something about me is just a-rhythmic enough to render me completely uncoordinated. Anyway, the dream was so real because there was a deep rhythmic drumming starting out distance and then getting closer. Elephants feet added to the rhythm and made it even more of a vibration to hit you at the core. And then, like some wild scene from a film gates flew open and Elephants and a procession burst into a makeshift graveyard. There were rows of shallow graves and bodies lightly dressed ready to be buried. The procession came in and these tribal gypsies started dancing through the rows, pausing in the music when appropriate to kiss each corpse. When the dead were kissed, they would fly up, unnaturally and start dancing. Nothing about the dream seemed morbid at the time. It could have been a film from Bollywood except that there was no singing. I woke up from that dream still hearing the drums beating. I don’t think it meant anything, it was just a gift from my brain. I’ve had plenty of dreams that I knew meant something when I woke up. Or days later I would discover what they meant. I think its too bad that there is no way of recording dreams. Its impossible to remember all the details. When you wake up they are just an echo.