This entry and all others from 1996-97 are part of my dream project which extended from August 1996-97. I kept track of my dreams for an entire year by recording them to audiocassette and illustrating what parts I could in composition books. I ended up with over 70 ninety-minute cassettes and four composition books detailing my dreams.
The written transcription is from a much later date than 1996-97 but is almost word-for-word, with some slight corrections and omissions. This typed transcription is not 100% faithful to the original verbal account, as it allows for slight modifications, additions, omissions, and corrections. There are new separations between paragraphs and dreams are separated into different entries at approximately the right places. In addition, segments of dreams MAY be transposed/moved/added to other sections as I see fit. Aside from these modifications, these dreams are detailed exactly as I had them over six years ago.
If they were not the same dream, this may have then shifted out of "Muppet Baby Guts, Anyone?"
While I was going to my room I looked at the TV and they were showing some kind of special science show on the Discovery Channel. It was about new kinds of music and there was a guy who was playing with some kind of instrument. It sounded at first like a cross between maybe a keyboard and chimes. There were like were like touchsticks on his fingers, but the instrument itself looked a lot like a disco ball and he was moving his fingers around it. When I walked down the hallway to my room I kind of flung my arms out in the air like I was a conductor pretending to make music, and the music sounded like rapid up and down trilling noises, like a piano being played quickly.
I remember when I woke up, for some reason the poem "Hold Fast To Dreams" by Langston Hughes was stuck in my head and it had a tune to it, but it was a dumb tune. It was stupid and depressing. The poem goes, "Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams, for when dreams go, life is a barren field frozen with snow." It was only the first two lines that stuck with me.
If they were not the same dream, this may have then shifted into "The Hand Of Glory."
