Dreams are fascinating. Completely unreal at times, yet not always memorable or even remembered. They can also be revealing … for the Dreamer, and those in their immediate vicinity.
Certainly, a sudden middle-of-the-night outburst can be fun, funny, sweet, even cute. But they be very rare occurrences in my experience.
With that as prologue I relate the experience I Saturday night, when I was suddenly awaken from a deep, peaceful sleep.
It went like this … (Turn the volume up!j
That’s right … the full-throated emotion, a career high point of Whitney Houston, singing the theme song from The Bodyguard! And I have to admit, it sounded pretty good!
My bed buddy’s performance ended shortly after that brief but awe-inspiring chorus, as I opted to awaken Houston’s protégée. I gently (kinda) nudged Whitney.2 awake in mid-chorus.
“Hey, Whoever-you-are … Wake up! You were singing Whitney Houston.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“You must have been dreaming. You were singing The Bodyguard!”
And I break into my own screeching rendition of Whitney being attacked by a mountain lion.
“YOU were dreaming!”, she claims.
(OK, that’s not out of the question. I mean, it was a surprisingly impressive performance. But no, it definitely wasn’t the Real Whitney. It had to be What’s-Her-Name.)
All you Dream Interpreters must be thinking … Oh, how wonderful To be soooo in love as to belt out one of the most passionate love songs from the ’90s. She must really, really LOVE The Cranky Man!
But I’m pretty sure – somewhere she called me “Kevin” …