Songs exist in a state between dream and awake, pre-motor cortex and imagination. I just got up from a dream where I was walking down streets that don’t exist, getting dark out, singing about how wonderful it is to be in a dream. The melody was sort of similar to candle in the wind but not quite – the same kind of over the top piece. and the lyrics or something like and I can sing and I can walk and I can feel. I can see all the details of the houses around me. I can feel my breath and I can feel the wind and the ground beneath my feet. And I am in a dream and isn’t it wonderful? I can scream at the top of my lungs and no one can hear – maybe they can’t hear it – maybe I better not sing at the top of my lungs just in case – and I can turn the corner and hear myself sing and I can feel. I see Christmas lights I think it’s Christmas time I’m not sure – and everything is wonderful even if I am alone At which point I wake up and it’s a good feeling because I knew I would remember this dream because it was not only a lucid dream but there was a song and so just somewhere in between dreaming and awake, pre-motor cortex and imagination. And I could sing. and I could hear myself. And I did feel myself breathing and I felt the wind. And I felt the ground beneath my feet. But I think the most striking was the details. Some houses had siding and some had brick, and I knew they were being created just for me by my brain for this one dream while I was in it, writing a song about it There were probably about 8 to 10 verses total. A very pleasant song even if it seemed to end in a Bittersweet note because it was time to wake up on the last word, a little sad it was over but overwhelmingly happy that it happened.

Songs exist in a state between dream and awake, pre-motor cortex and imagination.

I just got up from a dream where I was walking down streets that don’t exist, getting dark out, singing about how wonderful it is to be in a dream. The melody was sort of similar to candle in the wind but not quite – the same kind of over the top piece.

and the lyrics or something like

and I can sing and I can walk and I can feel. I can see all the details of the houses around me. I can feel my breath and I can feel the wind and the ground beneath my feet. And I am in a dream and isn’t it wonderful?

I can scream at the top of my lungs and no one can hear – maybe they can’t hear it – maybe I better not sing at the top of my lungs just in case – and I can turn the corner and hear myself sing and I can feel.

I see Christmas lights I think it’s Christmas time I’m not sure – and everything is wonderful even if I am alone

At which point I wake up and it’s a good feeling because I knew I would remember this dream because it was not only a lucid dream but there was a song and so just somewhere in between dreaming and awake, pre-motor cortex and imagination.

And I could sing. and I could hear myself. And I did feel myself breathing and I felt the wind. And I felt the ground beneath my feet.

But I think the most striking was the details. Some houses had siding and some had brick, and I knew they were being created just for me by my brain for this one dream while I was in it, writing a song about it

There were probably about 8 to 10 verses total. A very pleasant song even if it seemed to end in a Bittersweet note because it was time to wake up on the last word, a little sad it was over but overwhelmingly happy that it happened.

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