Dream About Another Player by Saul Z
November 9th, 2006 5:05 PMMy dreams, especially ones that are sound related, don't last very long. Bye Jackie.
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The United States used to be so much fun.
Are you gonna start the sunshine?
This somehow doesn't fit the dream.
It's the breaks between successes. A space, a bridge while waiting for Jackie. Waiting for Jackie.
Well, I intended my original comment to sort of personify the dream-song, since The New Pornographers' Jackie supposedly says these words. Cameron ruined my attempt at creepy dream-reality. Thanks a lot, Cam!
Saul, write a book. I'd be the first to read it.
An odd thing about the new "updates" page is that every once in a while Jackie pops up, announced by her famous lines "Jackie says" which only revives the song, which after a couple months I thought I had driven from my mind. Oh, but she returns.
I'm not sure whether my dream-world is inspired by yours, but I had a dream for which the soundtrack was "Execution Day." Lyrics repeating: "On this day that began as execution day, and true to form became execution day."
But somehow my dream-mind turned the "execution" image I usually get from this song (death by hanging and/or guillotine and/or electrocution) into "execution" as in completing a task.
So the dream, with the above soundtrack: An office meeting, white-collar workers sitting around a table, their manager explaining to them that on this day, they really needed to execute x task to reack x goal. It's execution day and it will play itself out as such. Meeting over. Workers back to little offices and cubicles (though with lots of windows), typing dilligently away, making phone calls. Fade out.
Nice compression of my hatred of offices into a songimagepun. Pat dream-self on back.
Your dream-song has re-invaded, only with dire consequences. I can't get "Execution Day" out of my head, the words implanting themselves soon after a recent lady friend gave me the good 'ol heave ho. In one dream, a former Nazi is enjoying himself at a bar that I am frequenting when he decides to go out with a bang. He goes to the bathroom and obtains a gun hidden there. He returns and puts a bullet in the neck of one of his CIA-like escorts, spins and puts one in the forehead of another. I escape the bar that is now filled with flying bullets while chasing some skirt that eludes me into an alley.
Just after typing this last comment, I took a nap and of course Jackie appeared again.
I was on my visit to SF (which should occur in waking life this summer in July sometime) and after hugs for our dear engineers, I met Jackie. It turns out she speaks Hebrew, comes from the small town in the north of Israel, Beit Shean, and has much darker skin than the pictures on this site indicate. Anyway she was sociable and welcoming, talking to me while the SF0 bigwigs had an important meeting - everyone had huge three ring binders! Oh Bureaucracy of Desire! They were preparing for an enormous game that took place around some elementary school as the kids were just being let out from school. I don't remember the game, but I was very much looking forward to it.
There's been a break in the continuum.