A couple of weeks ago I had a long, detailed dream about the Eno brothers and their sister, but that doesn’t really count, as I know them all personally.
This morning, however, I woke from a dream in which I was extolling the joys of surrogate grandparenthood, even in the aftermath of relationship breakdown, to late era Charlie Watts, who was sporting short grey hair, and dressed for a gig in T-shirted mode. (I have never seen the Stones in live setting…)
So, fellow Massive members, share your dreamtime encounters with the stars here.
New meds Zippy?
I get quite a few of these, a recurring one being suddenly onstage with Genesis circa about 1982. Chester Thompson counts the band in, Darryl Stuermer and Mike Rutherford are both without their instruments, and I’m holding a big double neck guitar. Tony Banks and Phil Collins look disdainfully at me (this is their default setting I think). I pick a random chord and hit it… and then wake up.
First one to mention Susanna Hoffs gets sent off.
Today’s tea/keyboard interface moment. Have an up.
…in every sense.
That’s a fascinating question, Nigel. I suspect you have opened a veritable Pandora’s box of Pop and Rock.
I have no doubt that this evening, many of us will have livid dreams and terrifying nightmares, in which many of our favourite musicians will have interesting, surprising, perplexing cameos.
Roll on bedtime!
I have livid dreams of Gerald the gorilla..
Off the top of my head, I recall a dream when I was on stage (big arena) with Elton, I was giving it large on the backing vocals and going down a storm!
Also in another dream I was watching The U2 in a Mad Max themed arena in the round type setting, then the next thing I was talking to Bonio who asked me to join them on stage in a Bez type capacity.
Very strange as I don’t listen to either of the acts these days and have no singing voice or dancing ability at all
“…no singing voice or dancing ability at all”.
Hence the invitation to join them on stage in a Bez type capacity.
I had a dream I had an affair with Cher the other night. I have no idea why this happened.
Then the alarm went off at 6.00…
Dream 7/11/24. So, there’s Bruce Springsteen & another (unspecified) male friend. They are, apparently, visiting me and staying at my house (not sure where my house is!). Anyway, we seem to be heading for a pub or club for a drink. I remember we were walking as though towards Fir Park where the pub is. It is me and my friend, Bruce and his friend. Bruce is wearing a brown, well worn suit jacket and black trousers. He is being very ‘normal’ and chummy. Next thing, we are in the pub. Now, we are at the bar and I am trying to sort out Guinness 00 but they are pouring it from the draft tap. It is flat and horrible. Bruce has a well worn large paperback in the right-hand pocket of his jacket. Now, we are back on the road near the underpass. Nobody has paid any attention to BS but a guy in a passing car takes a long look. I ask BS about his wife and he says she missed a medical appointment when she met me. My dad might have been in the pub which had a very high bar, about 6 feet high.
The above is what I remembered and wrote down as soon as I awoke. The geography was a bit confusing as everything seemed to happen near Fir Park, home of Motherwell FC which I support and the walk in the dream seems to be the one I take from my car to the stadium. My house now is 65 miles away in Dumfries but I seemed to be back living in Motherwell in the dream. My dad passed away in 1998. I am 5 foot 6. I don’t drink alcohol but enjoy a can of Guinness00.
So the bar was 6ft high and you’re 5ft6in tall.
Did you wake up feeling thirsty?
Nah, woke up needing a pee. I think I can stretch up to 6ft.
Good to hear there’s another ‘Well fan around these parts – thought I’d be the only one!
Good to know! You’ll be telling me next you’re a Girdwoods drinker…
This thread is well-timed, as I hardly ever remember my dreams and when I do they’re not very vivid, but last night I dreamt I was going to George Harrison’s funeral and had to pick up Ringo on the way. This was from his house in some unspecified urban area – Liverpool maybe, who knows? Anyway, I pulled up outside Ringo’s house, leaving the car abandoned there and pretty much blocking the entire street, got out to fetch Ringo and returned to find the inevitable ticket, at which point I kicked off at the injustice of it all. That’s as far as I got – no idea what prompted this, as I don’t recall thinking about the Beatles any more than usual yesterday and there were no recent parking issues to draw upon either. My remembered dreams are so infrequent, I guess I’ll never find out what happened at the funeral.
Not a musician, but one time I dreamed I was present at the taping of an episode of Oz comedy legend Shaun Micallef’s TV show. It was very funny, and upon waking I realised I had just dreamed a half hour’s worth of original Micallef material….you think I could remember a single joke?