(deeply lost in the dream of music and performing, February 1967, operetta cast party, playing guitar with Ed Greene–middle: vocals, and Eric Crone–right, harmonica; we’re playing “I’m Mad” by Eric Burdon and The Animals)
(RD already lost deeply in dream and books by grade 12 classroom, 1967)
“Life is a dream: when we sleep we are awake, and when we awake we sleep” and Shakespeare who said “We are such stuff/As dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”
In the ’90s a new secretary at school on her second day or so perceptively said to me, “You’re a dreamer” and that’s a pretty astute observation on minimal evidence that anyone has ever concisely offered me.
I’ve always dreamed of doing many things in my life and many of them came true, luckily. I spent a lot of time in darkened rooms in theatres, rooms, and at Film Classification watching cinematic dreams flow by. I’ve spent a lot of time teaching films, reading books and literature, writing poems, listening to and performing music, and otherwise dwelling in illusion, romance, imagination, fantasy, and dream. And, again luckily, I have spent a lot of time in these sacred places.
There are many possibilities in life, but we each are what we are. Most of what I’ve learned about life has happened because of the five latter aforementioned things. That and the quality and nature of who I am, what my purpose and values are, and why I am the way I am. I have never regretted making the choice to accept, embrace, and appreciate dreams. They have been sustaining, significant, and often quite relevant to whatever has happened to me along the way.
Yes. like is a dream, like a dream, very dream-like. And it is through our experiences with it that we can a greater understanding of ourselves, others, life, human nature, and the world.