- Dream, <Raindog Harry>, 23.11.2004 15:15
- Dream, <liat>, 23.11.2004 15:52
- Dream, <NinaGosha>, 24.11.2004 02:34
- Dream, <Raindog Harry>, 24.11.2004 02:48
| Subject | | Dream |
| Sender | Raindog Harry |
| Created | 23.11.2004 15:15 |
Saw Mr Tom Waits on the street - he took a photograph
of a fan who stood with his back to a wall. - I asked
Mr Waits if he would like me to take a picture of him
with his camera - He stood against the same wall - I
took the picture - When I gave him back the camera I
noticed that the compartment that contains the film
was open - not sure whether it already was open or
whether I had just done it now. I showed it to him
and said that I was sorry that the film was now
ruined - He was sad about it, as he had taken
pictures during his three day visit to Amsterdam with
his family - He was *very* sad about it. Me too. He
said it was OK but I knew it wasn't, that he was very
sad about it, which of course made me feel very
depressed.
He walked in front of me, bent down, like a crooked
tree, hat on his head, shoulders bent down, hands
raised up in the air in a desperate manner - "All my
photographs ruined. Because of this fan" - I walked
behind him, felt miserable - Lost him on the street -
Next scene was a group of people in front of what
appeared to be the entrance to a small concert hall -
Above the door the word Antwerp - I saw a man who
looked like Tom - "Tom Waits?" I asked. The man
turned around - it wasn't Tom. He looked happy and I
soon realised the reason. It was a fan and he thought
that somebody else in the group of waiting fans had
seen Tom - so when I thought that he was Tom, he
thought that I was Tom - we both were not. End of
scene - I turned back and in the next dream scene I
saw a small alley and there he was again, walking
alone, obviously still sad over the lost photographs.
I walked up to him and we both walked towards a small
low wall on which we sat down. He now was able to
really say that it was OK, things like this could
happen. I also realised at this point that maybe it
was not me at all who had ruined the photographs.
Maybe the camera compartment had already been open.
But I had already taken the blame for the small
disastrous event. Out of frustration I started to
paint on a small A5 sheet of paper, with real paint,
in the colours red and yellow. As the frustration was
real emotion, the painting became good, as it came
from the heart. He noticed it, and became interested
in the painting. He liked it. At least something good
to cheer us up a bit after having ruined his
photographs. The dream ended here. I woke up with
tears in my eyes. Seven o' clock on the alarm clock.
Time to make bread for the children who had to go to
school. Very happy that the dream was a dream...
Raindog H.
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