Sunday, January 9, 2011

dream

I dreamt I was playing an old guitar, missing the G, for some old friends. They asked me to sing "wish you were here" to which I obliged. One friend, Kevin, came in perfectly with the solo. Tho each guitar was out of tune, the combined sound was emotionally stirring. In the dream I wept as I sang.
In dream I was older while my friends were younger, before their own malady, as I don't see them as cripples but as men.
From the mind of at
what I felt it was all about:

5 comments:

  1. KMShearJanuary 9, 2011 at 2:34 PM

    This brought tears to both Amy and I. Looking forward to our next get together...

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  2. LydiaJanuary 9, 2011 at 4:27 PM

    Jhon, this is the most poignant dream recollection I've read in a blog. Beautiful and it touched me.

    I am honored that you became a follower at my blog. Thank you.

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 9, 2011 at 7:15 PM

    I dreamed of him and woke up a mess..
    You dreamed of them and woke up blessed..
    You are a fortunate man indeed..

    Beautiful post Jhon..just beautiful.

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  4. Talli RolandJanuary 10, 2011 at 9:53 AM

    What wonderful words. I can almost see glimpses of your dream here.

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  5. Pat TillettJanuary 10, 2011 at 4:35 PM

    I love dreams. Mine tend to lean towards violence and my own frustration. Whenever I try to write down exactly what happened, it comes out all disjointed.

    I like your dream and the way you described it.

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