Dream Log: A Chat with David Bowie
By Giania • Mar 30th, 2009 at 11:20 am • Category: Dream Log| Hot: |  |  | | | |
Technically I had way more interesting dreams over the weekend, and there was much more to the dream from which this exceprt is from, but dreaming a conversation with David Bowie, however cursory, is fucking sweet and I felt I should share.
I was walking through a corridor and came through a door to a mostly darkened outdoor walkway, similar in description to the kind at a first floor motel. Sidewalk, roof from the balcony above, intermittant lights, open on the left side with supporting columns, and doors every so often in the wall to the right.
A man was slowly shifting his way down this walkway, reading as he went. I recognized him as David Bowie (circa The Hunger, I’d say – which I watched for the first time fairly recently). The book he was reading – despite the fact that it was honestly too dark to read – was something by Hermann Hesse. I started to press on, going through a metal door with a large window, but doubled back, jittery and excited and embarassed.
“What book is that?” He told me (I don’t remember now). “Mm.. Hesse is great, I loved Siddhartha,” I stammered as quickly as I could, “but I never did get through Steppenwolf.” The nerves were jangling for sure! This was David fucking Bowie I was admitting my literary ignorance to after all! The conversation went on a little further, then I think I woke up briefly.
I guess it isn’t necessarily that exciting in the description, but it was so vivid that I couldn’t help but grin like an idiot when I woke up. Maybe I should take this as a sign to listen to Ziggy Stardust and try to finish Steppenwolf? Or maybe take a crack at Magister Ludi (which is what I THINK he might have been reading).
