This morning, here in Tokyo, I awoke at 5am with a song in
my head and tears in my eyes from riotously laughing in the dream I just
had. I was so overcome with the
vividness of the dream that I grabbed my phone and recorded my memory so I
could write it later.
There was a computer or TV screen attached to a
microphone. The screen displayed the
audio sound waves of whatever was playing.
There was a song playing and the waves were smooth. Dad pointed out to me that he noticed the
sound waves and wondered how that worked.
"Look at how it goes up and down," he said. He was always curious and inquisitive about
technology and wanted to understand things.
The music stopped and then there was just voice showing on
the sound waves. Probably mine or
Dad's. It was a similar shape, but
different. He asked, "Sit down, and
explain it to me."
He sat down in one of those 2 person chairs like we have in
our living room, on the left side, though I didn't see him. He was there but
not there. We are both big guys and I
doubt we could both fit in that chair.
Even though I couldn't see him, he took up less than half the space, and
motioned for me to sit with him and explain the sound waves.
I thought for only a millisecond about passing on the
opportunity to explain something else to my Dad, but decided against it. He was happy to have me sitting there. And I was happy to do that, and not run off
and do something else.
I sat down beside him and produced a notepad where I was
trying to sketch sound waves and calculate the wave period or amplitude or
something (2 x pi x diameter, in my dream).
I was sketching and drawing a circle, when suddenly we were sitting in a
grocery store parking lot.
An 18 wheel truck pulling one of those double trailers was
barreling through the parking lot. It
rapidly turned a curve and the back trailer slid along with the front. The driver was clearly in a hurry and driving
like a race car driver. Dad and I commented
that there was probably a lot of ice cream in that truck and we sure would like
some.
The next thing, Dad was commenting that he was still here
and going to go play golf that day. He
knew he was no longer here in body, but was visiting and thought he would play
a round while here. I was laughing with
him boisterously about this reality!
Here he was hanging out with me and talking about sound waves, ice
cream, and golf. And I said,
"Thanks, Dad."
It was then I woke up, tears in my eyes from laughing so
hard. Minutes later, I recorded this
story. And minutes after that, I noticed
the song in my head. Not one I've ever
particularly liked, and not even one in my song library of over 9,000 songs. So no particular reason for that song to be in my
head. The song was "Lucky Man"
by Emerson, Lake, and Palmer. It's in my library now.
