Before last night's dream I could never recall ever reading in my dreams.
Not only did I read in my dream, but I wrote a song down on paper, read it over, edited it, and sang it.
Here it is: (using the Shirley Bassey song's music)
Diamonds are so clever
They are sharp and they can bore
Into the window of the corner jewellery store
Diamonds are a ... da da da da
da da da da
girl's best tool.
I wonder what else we aren't noticing in dreams. Maybe these everyday behaviours are so ingrained in us that we just don't acknowledge them so they may also be unacknowledged in our dreams (?)
I think my creative muse is poking me in my dreams lately or my dark side wants to steal jewellery.
Not only did I read in my dream, but I wrote a song down on paper, read it over, edited it, and sang it.
Here it is: (using the Shirley Bassey song's music)
Diamonds are so clever
They are sharp and they can bore
Into the window of the corner jewellery store
Diamonds are a ... da da da da
da da da da
girl's best tool.
I wonder what else we aren't noticing in dreams. Maybe these everyday behaviours are so ingrained in us that we just don't acknowledge them so they may also be unacknowledged in our dreams (?)
I think my creative muse is poking me in my dreams lately or my dark side wants to steal jewellery.
Truth fears no question. Anon