Mid-January, Rain - January 13, 2012 |
January 31, 2007 Flying Dreams 1) I had wings like Kubinek (look him up at www.kubinek.com), and I escaped over a series of complex rooftops, out of the town where people were not allowed to fly. I think I was heading towards the sea. 2) A plane had flown through the room or building I was in and stuck there. It was fatal to the pilot, a woman in uniform, but there was no wreckage or burning, not even a crash. Just a big plane neatly inserted wih the nose out one wall and the tail out the other. I and another did a little looking around but couldn't find anything amiss. Later when everyone had left I found compartments that opened -- a briefcase fell out and I was going through some nondescript personal effects. Some people came in, including my boss (no idea who this was, male or female) and I was explaining that I was looking for clues -- the crash didn't make sense. Had the pilot known about, or been prepared for the impact? Because nothing was out of place. "The body wasn't even banged up!" I said, twice for emphasis, this being very telling. My boss nodded in understanding and was going to allow me to continue trying to unravel the mystery. 3) Somebody's rich mother was sending out posters announcing that her son and I were getting married at the ballet -- only we'd already decided not to get married because we hardly knew each other. The poster touted Strauss or someone over Rimsky-Korsakov (this was a dig at someone else's wedding, who was apparently going to play unfashionable music) and had a big artist's rendering of a fancy, high-heeled shoe. Somehow this represented me and my wedding to her son. "Ballet is Newcake," it proclaimed, "and Bornearly is icing!" **************** Back in the real world, I had a very busy and productive day culminating in snagging, through serendipity and silver tongue, a BOOKING AGENT for the band in the United Kingdom. She loves us madly based on our 9-minute video on the website and is ready to roll for this year and next. We're calling her from rehearsal tomorrow to talk about the many details she outlined in her email. This is big, folks. This is very big. I'm happy. |
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