In dreams, you're always dancing

[muckefuck]

Last night, I dreamt I was playing with my nephew in the living room. U2's "Out of Control" came on the radio, I started dancing like a maniac, and he joined me. My older brother joined in, too, during the bridge, just as I was leaving to check on my niece in the next room. She was waking up and I thought I could convince her to dance with us, too, but by the time she was ready, another song was playing that was a lot suckier. Some classic rock crap. We wandered into the hall and she had become so tiny that my nephew could lift her up and put her inside a container as small as a pickle jar.

Unlike many of my other dreams, this one has some very definite precedents. Christmas morning of 2002, my brothers, my nephew, and me danced around the living room like crazy men. The song, however, was BiGOD20's fantastic industrial cover of Madonna's "Like a Prayer", which bunj had just received from e. I don't have a niece, but I do have a newer nephew, though he's not old enough to stand on his own, let alone dance. The house--or at least the hall leading to the stair--was modeled on the historic yellow brick residence on Dale Avenue. The room where my "niece" was sleeping would've been the bedroom my older brother and I shared from when I was six until when I was ten.

Comments

[go-wade-in.livejournal.com]

dancing with family is just too weird.

[snowy-owlet.livejournal.com]

BiGOD20!!

(going to try to call you tonight while I'm driving around)