You know your blog’s in trouble when you start writing about your dreams.
But what the hell.
I’ve had a recurring nightmare where I’m a DJ at a radio station. The song on the turntable is ending, but the next record is not cued up and I’m running around the studio trying to find a record to play next.
I had the dream again the other night, and things were complicated by turntables that played the records upside down, so you not only had to find a song to play, but then struggle to get it ready.
It’s a quaintly old-fashioned dream, what with vinyl and turntables. Those things are gone from radio stations, as are DJs who get to pick out their own music.
Maybe there was a time when railroad men would dream of running out of coal or people would have nightmares about receiving bad news in a telegram. Technology may change, but anxiety is forever.
First. I’m glad to see you back blogging. Second…I ALWAYS had a cart with Stairway to Heaven ready…for dinner or comfort breaks…if I needed more time, Side one of Tull’s Thick as a Brick would do,… 😉 Use some of that Madeo brainwave action and go all Nightmare on Elm Street: Dream Warrior on this recurring broadcast dream! 😉
My problem was that I played too many songs that weren’t even three minutes long.
I’m working to figure it out, though the dream only has Freudian overtones if you were playing requests from your mother.
Sometimes a request is just a request…