Cheese will make you dream

Last night I went out with a friend to see his band play a gig at a little club in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. After the gig we had a drink, decided that we were hungry, and went out for pizza. Then we went home. During the night I had a strange dream, and my friend was in the dream.

I dreamed that my friend and I were in a pawnshop and he handed me an accordion. It was a remarkably beautiful instrument, though slightly worn. It seemed to have some functional flaws, but I was so excited to hold it, and I couldn’t resist trying to play it. I put my hands through the straps and realized that I hadn’t held an accordionin a very long time. Undaunted, I began to squeeze and somehow knew which buttons to press with my left hand. It started making sweet sounding chords, and with my right hand I began to play a melody on the keyboard. But alas, I lacked the co-ordination to accomplish this, and the sound, seemingly sweet at first, turned suddenly sour. I was so sorry that I couldn’t make sweet music with this beautiful instrument, but I realized that this particular accordion needed more skill to operate successfully than I possess. Furthermore, I’m really not an accordion player.

Upon awaking to the memory of this dream I reflected on what it meant, and it clarified some things for me in that have been going on in my life, both recently and in general. I think it was about being compulsive. Perhaps I jump into things before I'm ready, or try to accomplish things without being properly prepared. Sometimes in my art this leads to fortuitous errors or unexpected successes, and in my work there is usually an operators manual to fall back on, but not so in life. The dream made me more cognizant of this.

So to anyone who is grappling with a difficult issue I highly recommend pizza at midnight, because the cheese will make you dream.