Dreams: Odd and a bit rubbish, really.
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caddymanFor the first time in a dog’s age, I recall having a dream last night. Normally, as far as I am concerned, it’s lights out, head down, "Good God, it’s morning". In that order, as a rule.
Last night though, I dreamt. Most of it has gone now, as is the way with these things, but I do recall a stadium, strangely reminiscent of the Molineux1 circa 1977, but not quite. I recall being in a crowd that wouldn’t approach the stage, and a feeling of anticipation and agitation. For some reason, we were there to watch Eric Clapton, looking as he would have in his late Cream, or Derek and the Dominoes period. He proceeded to play a single bluesy number and then left. The crowd seemed quite happy at this, though on wakeful reflection we were clearly short changed.
The scene then cuts to an outdoor café, with old Slowhand grinning like a loon, and me affecting indifference while a formally dressed waiter serves tea in porcelain cups, and slices of Battenberg cake on plastic plates.
I was about to say something2 when I woke up.
I doubt that this half-remembered dream means anything. It seems that my subconscious has been playing old records, reading old football programmes and watching 1960s art house movies.
Did you know that nostalgia comes from the Greek, nostos, meaning "a return home", and the suffix -algia - from the Greek algos, denoting pain.
1The home ground of Wolverhampton Wanderers FC, and in its tatty, pre-redevelopment days.
2Probably about to complain about making all that effort to get to a gig for a single song.
Last night though, I dreamt. Most of it has gone now, as is the way with these things, but I do recall a stadium, strangely reminiscent of the Molineux1 circa 1977, but not quite. I recall being in a crowd that wouldn’t approach the stage, and a feeling of anticipation and agitation. For some reason, we were there to watch Eric Clapton, looking as he would have in his late Cream, or Derek and the Dominoes period. He proceeded to play a single bluesy number and then left. The crowd seemed quite happy at this, though on wakeful reflection we were clearly short changed.
The scene then cuts to an outdoor café, with old Slowhand grinning like a loon, and me affecting indifference while a formally dressed waiter serves tea in porcelain cups, and slices of Battenberg cake on plastic plates.
I was about to say something2 when I woke up.
I doubt that this half-remembered dream means anything. It seems that my subconscious has been playing old records, reading old football programmes and watching 1960s art house movies.
Did you know that nostalgia comes from the Greek, nostos, meaning "a return home", and the suffix -algia - from the Greek algos, denoting pain.
1The home ground of Wolverhampton Wanderers FC, and in its tatty, pre-redevelopment days.
2Probably about to complain about making all that effort to get to a gig for a single song.
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nostalgia aint what it used to be
Date: 2005-06-02 12:35 pm (UTC)Re: nostalgia aint what it used to be
Date: 2005-06-02 12:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-06-02 02:03 pm (UTC)A nightmare then, surely ;-P
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Date: 2005-06-02 02:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-06-02 03:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-06-02 03:35 pm (UTC)Still... I guess that looking back to the glory year(s) is something that we all do... especially when the team we support are dire.
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Date: 2005-06-02 03:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-06-02 04:03 pm (UTC)Not one of the glory years for us, this year (or any year in the last 10).
How about you?
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Date: 2005-06-02 04:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-06-02 04:43 pm (UTC)