Gordon Davidescu wrote this article.
It all started a few nights ago. It was sometime early in the morning, far earlier than I would ever consider waking up. I was in the middle of what seemed to be quite a bizarre dream. I was with my father at his house and we were listening to the music of Adriano Celentano – with good reason, I think.
I spent a lot of my childhood listening to some of the greatest hits of Celentano such as the song Azzuro,
which used to be a bit annoying to me.
Now I listen to the same songs that got on my nerves and smile and have
happy memories – funny how that works, isn’t it?
Anyhow, we were listening to a song called Piacere – the word means “a
pleasure” in Italian, and is the prime example I use to show people how
Romanian is a romance language – the same word in Romanian is spelled
with one different letter and one different accent.
The thing is that
the song just doesn’t exist in real life.
My father told me that he had never heard the song before and I said
that it must have been a new song – Celentano has not yet retired from
the music business and continues to record new albums just about every
year.
Then while we were discussing this song and how my father had never
heard it before, it occurred to me that Celentano would be the perfect
subject matter for an Urban Semiotic article.
That’s right, in the middle of this absurd dream, my mind did not think
about how weird it was that I was in New Jersey when I had not made any
plans to visit until my move (Please G-d in August) and so there really
should not have been any good reason for me to be there.
Instead, my mind went straight towards the practical matters of life
and how I wanted to choose a good subject for an Urban Semiotic article
– and there it was, coming out of my father’s computer!
When I first awoke I thought that perhaps I was trying to tell myself
that writing about Adriano was what I really wanted to do since it was
all there in the dream in front of me – in a way I figured that my
brain was telling me that it was what I really wanted to do. In a
manner of speaking, it seemed as though I was talking to myself through
the medium of the dream.
Then again, was this really the case?
Could it have been that somewhere Celentano had been on my mind and the
fact that I was searching for a topic for an Urban Semiotic article
just happened to be the thing to collide with that thought in the
ethereal world of my subconscious mind?
In a previous relationship, the person I was dating told me that
whenever she had a complicated science problem at work, she would just
think about the problem before going to bed and somewhere in the course
of her dreams the answer to the problem would come to her.
I told her that I was a bit jealous as the answers to problems have
pretty much never come to me while I was dreaming – have they ever come
to you?
Since I have found out recently via this very Urban Semiotic blog that most people dream in black and white,
does that mean that the answers to their questions come to them in
black and white as well?
If you are a writer of fictional works, how many plots of your stories
have come to you through your dreams?
Some people have the astonishing ability to dream about whatever they
want – if you had this ability, would you choose the happiest memories
from your life and relive them as often as you wanted to? If not, why
not?
I can’t help but think that if I could more easily control my dreams I
would feel as though I have more time, so to speak. I could do the
mundane things of the world during the day and then leave the time of
sleep to have fun, so to speak.
What kind of dreaming do you like?