posted June 27, 2014 11:35 AM
Okay...this is a weird dream but I woke up feeling alright and kind of inspired.I was driving with three friends from an all boys school I attended. One was a leader, one was a marketing type. We were going to a parking lot to meet with some other friends from high school. This is present time though. We are all adults.
We are going to go to a nursing home for old people to keep them company. I used to do this years ago.
Anyways...Suddenly, I am looking at us all trying on shoes. Dancing shoes. Lady Gaga comes up to me and helps me put on my dancing shoes (HAHAHA). She puts tape on the palm of my foot and helps me cut my toe nails (GROSS!).
She actually has a crush on me. But for some reason I run away from her. Later, I come back to her and she joins me in a hot tub. There is a guy there too. An older, single, business man, but he is feminine. He just is. He does what he does. He's not a con-man but he's an honest business man who has had some success and he's there.
I finally get in the hot tub and relax a little. The business man gives me a nod and lady gaga is in there with me in her swimsuit and I am looking at her fine.....(touchy?).
She asks me to take off my robe and I show her my huge....(I know, but it's what happened).
She is very impressed and my anxiety is over.
We go to a restaurant to eat but there is trouble. One of her friends calls and tells her that someone stole something off a bus. I watch Lady Gaga - who now bares a striking resemblance to another woman that I know - go out and search frantically through the compartments of a bus outside the window. The bus is green and looks all sorts of jazzy.
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What I did the night before?
I studied in the morning and afternoon. Then I went to pick up my cousin to take him to the airport. Before we left, he was taking a shower and I went over to the piano and started playing. I've never taken lessons and I don't know much music theory but I was able to remember long patterns of melodies and string them together. My cousin was amazed, he thought I knew how to play.
The night before that...strange enough, I had a dream that someone playing the piano was murdered by another guy from an alley.
It was really strange that I randomly got volunteered to pick up my cousin and there happened to be a piano there that day. That doesn't happen often...maybe once a year.
Anyways...I figured I'd give some backstory. In the mourning I was good, then I became a little bitter because I have all this creativity in me but can't find a way to make a living off it, so I'm doing business studies. I like business studies and it gives me time to reflect, but one day I think I need to do something creative - maybe write plays, or write songs on the piano.
I finally felt good again when I assumed responsibility and knew the answer lied in the middle. It wasn't an issue of doing this or that but doing both in a balanced manner. I finally realized that my degree will help me and It's not my fault I'm not an artist even though I have the soul of one as long as I try to be creative.
Who could honestly expect someone to be lucky enough to be in such a position? we always look at celebrities, envy them, not for fame, but because they do what they love, yhet honestly, the game is rigged. We end up feeling bad about not being famous for what we love to do but it's a double edged sword.
We can't be hard on ourselves for not being successful. We just have to do what we love to do and it will all make sense in the end.