The Death Bomb and The Singing Girl
Disaster Dreams are common, and often people dream of tornados. In this dream the ‘tornado’ was augmented with explosives, and as the dream progressed there was the realization that the phenomena was an actual prototype of a weapon – a tornado that would be perpetuated by a constant series of explosions.
This particular Tornado Bomb was being tested and directed by a team of engineers. It was getting very close to one of the factory buildings, and although everyone was being assured that the Tornado Bomb was well under control, when it was just across the street, I decided to speak up and have the thing stopped and went out and spoke to the Test Engineer. He was a young man and at first attempted to reassure me of the controllability of the Weapon Design, but I insisted that safety margins must be respected and the Tornado Bomb shut down. It was simply too close to the buildings and the workers.
You know, I never used to be so assertive in my dreams… or rather, so assertive while still being civilized about it.
Then, as the Tornado Bomb was deactivated, the young Test Engineer was replaced in the Dream by a young woman who took up the argument, only I can hardly remember what the discussion was about. But whatever her concerns were, I was able to satisfy her that she had nothing to worry about, and she was soon pacified.
While still being attractive, she was an imposing girl with a strong physical presence. It occurred to me that she was at least an equal physical match for me – that I would be careful not to provoke her to violence because I could not be entirely certain of a favorable outcome for myself. She was big and strong enough to kick my ass, in other words. But still, well, lady-like.
Soon we were walking together down the street, and I found myself complementing her upon her singing. Well, this is odd, since I can’t really remember her having sung. It reminds me of a dream several weeks ago in which I brought a young lady home to meet my mother and introduced her as a singer and began playing her CD in my mother’s CD Player. I was surprised when “New York New York” began to play. She was doing okay, but it wasn’t great… she was no new Ethel Merman or anything. And I was puzzled by her choice of material – “New York New York” being kind of campy for a contemporary selection. But this girl in this dream, without remembering what she had sung, I was complementing with effusive praise.
Oh… the other night I had a dream with my brother. He was singing some original songs, which impressed me as quite clever – good compelling melodies with catchy, cute and tricky lyrics. And he was a strong showman and took the audience quite in hand. But then he committed a ludicrous faux pas – remember that these were new and original songs. He asked the crowd at one point to ‘sing along’ and was surprised to be met with a total bewildered silence. There I had to speak up and explain that while we all thought his song was absolutely great, there was the problem of everyone not knowing it through yet.
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