“Now I lay me down to sleep
but troubled dreams are all I find
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
I pray so I won’t lose my mind
Streetlights come streaming
on wings tonight I’ll soon set sail
The devils are dreaming,
dreaming of a blue angel” –Squirrel Nut Zippers
My grandfather was a composer and I’m told he would write songs in his sleep. On several occasions he awoke in the middle of the night with a song stuck in his head and would quickly jot down the lyrics in an old notebook he kept on the nightstand.
I wonder if he enjoyed this talent, as I dream too, though most of the time I feel haunted by an unrelenting quietless mind.
I sometimes think of Eckart Tolle and his feelings on the power of inner silence.
Would I be a more productive human if I were simply able to sleep?
This morning I am grateful as I was pleasantly entertained last night with dreams of Malibu…
In my research on Tom Blake and the early days of “modern” surfing, I learned of the wonderful story over the battle for this beautiful ranch.
The “Battle for Malibu” is an interesting and twisted tale of what was, at the time, the last Spanish land grant remaining in California.
These dreams I have are lucid. I realize I’m dreaming and I could probably change the story if I really wanted, but I prefer to remain an impartial viewer.
Oddly enough last night’s dream of Malibu didn’t involve surfing… I know, how can you dream of Malibu and leave out surfing, but I did?
The dream begins in the late 1920’s as Malibu is being overtaken with movie stars and socialites searching for a weekend escape from Los Angeles.
The main character is rather small piece of land in the Malibu hills. The property was purchased by a young movie star who tragically dies very young.
The story is told to me through the eyes of his beautiful girlfriend who visits the ranch from it’s conception to her own death many years later…
Isn’t that a hoot? Dreams are funny! If you want to know more read the book -or- better yet see the the movie. I’ll write the screenplay someday…