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Jan 5, 2011 - 12:42 PM
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Thor
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Had another John Williams dream last night, and I gotta write it down before I forget it. It was probably triggered by the Williams/concert thread here recently (it's one of my greatest wishes to see him live some day, and I get kinda frustrated and envious when I read that so many of you have seen him already...multiple times, even!).
Anyway, I was back in the gym hall of my primary school, for some reason. On the ground level, there was a small bit of the hall sectioned off, and within that a heightened plateau on which John Williams & the orchestra played (I can't remember what tune...it sounded very "Williams"). There was some audience members seated in front of them too. However, I was on the "gallery" above, with no railing. Several people were sitting precariously on the edge, dangling their feet. So it wasn't so easy for me to get a good view of the man himself downstairs, as much as I tried. At one point in the concert, however, Williams suddenly halts the orchestra by hitting the baton on the table in front of him. He then walks off stage, visibly infuriated, and suddenly screams (totally out of character, I know) something about lost magazines to someone named Tony! Everyone in the hall starts buzzing, obviously confused and surprised by Williams' sudden outburst.
As my view is obscured, I walk down on the ground floor, and there seems to be a break because of the incident. There are a few audience members still in their seat, but a few meters away I see Williams pacing back and forth, dressed untypically in a sun hat and multicoloured shirt. His age is around 50. On the podium is the "assistant conductor" conducting to some pre-recorded tune, but the orchestra is also on a break. He's obviously testing something, I don't know.
I go behind the giant sound booth, and at that moment Williams comes around the corner. I know it's not a good time, but I ask him if I can take his picture with me. He agrees, but at that exact time, I notice that my camera won't turn on. Almost simultaneously, a random guy walks by and I ask him if he can take a picture of us, and much to my surprise, he says NO!! So at that exact time - knowing that an already frustrated Williams want to move on with his business, with a faulty camera and some crazy guy refusing to take a picture anyway - I wake up. It was too much! 
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Has anyone here ever tried to quit smoking?
A marine in my squad recently got his girlfriend pregnant and now soon to be a father, has decided to quit smoking and was using Nicoderm CQ Patch.
He'd like most of us started smoking at like 14 so the patch wasn't really working. I told him how I quit without using the patch [basically treating myself to only smoking after meals and after 2 weeks limiting that to two meals and finally one and naturally, none] and curious decided to put a patch on and see what it was like...except I did it before going to sleep.
HOLY.FUCKING.SHIT.
The dreams I had were amazing and just WAY out there for me to put into words. As I fancy myself a writer, I started putting a patch on before bed and then having my notepad next to me so that when I wake up I immediately start writing words, thoughts, and images. Nerdy, I know but still, was fun for the first 5 days I did this experiment after the first event.
My only grip was most of my dreams were a bit heavy on the darker aspects of myself and that is a part of me that I don't wish to bring back to the forefront. Alot were also very anger driven and I feel I've mellowed out so was neat and a nice "warning" of sorts to get that peak again.
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My only grip was most of my dreams were a bit heavy on the darker aspects of myself and that is a part of me that I don't wish to bring back to the forefront. Alot were also very anger driven and I feel I've mellowed out so was neat and a nice "warning" of sorts to get that peak again.
Jesus, this is the mellow version of you?
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Jun 26, 2011 - 7:26 AM
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Thor
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Funny you should ressurect this now, as I just dreamt about Elliot Goldenthal last night.
I was sitting in a hotel room somewhere, all dressed in a black suit because we were going to a funeral of some sort. I remember Elliot sitting on a chair opposite me and talking to me about the person we were attending a funeral for (forget who...it may have been my own grandfather, who passed away a couple of months ago). Just as we were leaving, I saw in the mirror that I had forgotten to remove my colourful T-shirt inside the black shirt, and I couldn't go like that. Elliot had to excuse himself because he needed to use the toilet, and then it was a rush of time to change shirts before he left, because I wanted to hang out with him.
Really weird.
I met Goldenthal in real life last year, and am going to see him in Ghent in a few months. Maybe that's what triggered it, I don't know.
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Jun 26, 2011 - 7:13 PM
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dan the man
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Back in the 90's when i was buying lp's as a soundtrack vendor and it was almost a full time thing around my 40 hour week job, such issues as buying and selling was constantly on my mind, making deals with customers on the phone, as well as bulk deals from sellers , doing the flea market thing on Saturdays and Sundays, etc. With these things heavy on my mind it was inevitable i would have a dream about it, it was a wonderful clear dream, two men meet me on the street telling me to come with them to a house, i go with them, they leave me into a house and we go down into a basement , as they open the door there lie in isles and isles of boxes just about every soundtrack lp ever put out, the master collection, all of them shining with their wonderful artistic covers, The man says to me, everything is here, every soundtrack ever put on vinyl, it's all yours take them, bingo, i wake up-son of a b----, oh my oh my, does it not kill you guys when you wake up from a wonderful dream, doesn't it eat your guts away, i remeber having romantic dreams and the same thing happens, you are with a girl you love, you wake up, you in life don't have that girl, oouch.
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Nov 7, 2011 - 4:11 AM
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Thor
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I had a wonderful John Williams dream last night, which I memorized five times the moment I woke up. I need to write it down before I forget it.
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I had scheduled an interview with Williams for my magazine montages.no (similarly as I did with Goldenthal in Ghent a couple of weeks ago) by e-mail, and arrived at his house somewhere up in the mountains or countryside -- maybe the Boston area? It looked very plain and grey, though, just like any odd family house in smalltown Norway.
I can't remember if I rang the doorbell or just went inside, but I suddenly found myself in the hallway. At the end of it, I saw the living room where Williams was seated in a huge comfy chair, talking to some female associate of his. I wanted to wait untill he had finished, so I just went inside a storage room with windows. Outside was a small mountain creek and I watched as a pair of huge stone tablets floated by with a couple of trees on each.
Finally Williams came out and noticed me, although not particularly welcoming.
- "You did get my e-mail?" I asked
- "Yes, yes....", he said, but with a distant air.
- "OK, great, it'll just be 5-10 minutes, I promise", I said.
In fact, he looked as if he wanted to be somewhere else. Far too important to spend time with little me. Gruff, disinterested and distracted.
- "I love all the redwood trees in this area", I said, also noticing lots of tree sculptures, paintings, fountains and trees inside his living room (as you know, Williams has a fascination for trees). But I didn't get much of a response.
Finally we were seated in the living room area with the comfy chairs and I went straight into my first question:
- "So, Elliot Goldenthals's FINAL FANTASY score apparently cost $300 a day to make. What do you think about that?"
Then I went on to something with Michel Legrand after that. I can't remember what Williams replied, but I remember being very embarrassed and angry with my irrelevant questions now that I finally had the opportunity to ask anything.
What was very interesting, though, was how he completely changed character in the interview. Now he suddenly became the warm, softspoken gentleman we've seen in so many interviews.
At some point, we decided to go outside for the rest of the interview. There, we were seated at some wooden platform, and there were some other people sitting at another table nearby, as if we were on a public outdoor restaurant or something. Lots of trees and nature around, but still with a very Norwegian look, not American. The tone eventually improved, but all of a sudden two fellow members (brothers) from maintitles.net sat down by the table. I was glad to see them, of course, but I needed to finish my interview and couldn't have more distractions.
Just then, we felt a few drops of rain and I saw dark clouds above. The interview fell apart, but even more importantly, I needed to get my photo with my composer hero before it was too late.
"The photos, I need to take some photos", I said, pulling up my crappy camera and starting shooting Williams as he rose from the table and, smilingly, stumbled towards me with a big plastic glass of beer. Then I quickly threw the camera to one of the two brothers so he could take a few pics with me and him. He complied, but then he eventually metamorphosed into my sister. The other brother disappeared, but the goal had been achieved. Picture with Williams taken.
That's about what I remember.
The next part of the dream had nothing to with Williams, but a huge, 50-meter tsunami wave that was hurdling towards a small ferry between Norway and Denmark that I was on. I remember being on it and seeing it foaming and rising in the horizon as a gigantic wall of water and asking myself if I should stay outside or if I should go down below when it hits.
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Great dream.
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It's always bad (if you take these things SERIOUSLY) to discuss such things out of context, especially in a public forum, there need to be boundaries on it to some extent.
It's always your own puzzle, for you yourself to work out.
Some possible hints:
(1) John Williams ...... your ideal inner self, who creates and knows truth. He is dissatisfied with you until you become humble and accept that you (the ego) don't really know the questions to ask. He accepts you only in humility.
(2) The woman .... your 'anima', a sort of Beatrice to Dante. He likes her.
(3) You eventually assimilate both Williams and this 'brother' and she becomes your OWN 'sister'. Is this good or bad? Is the dream trying to suggest that when you turn the spotlight (the 'camera') onto yourself narcissistically, the true Self disappears, and it all comes down to a mundane level. Or is it the opposite? Do you ASSIMILATE Williams and make peace with the 'woman' (your sister) when you acknowledge your brothers and let them take the picture? Your creativity, the 'woman-sister' (an alchemy symbol) becomes interested in you only then? Only you can answer that one.
Of course on a PERSONAL unconscious level, is Williams your father, whose approval you seek? Is the 'woman' your 'mother'? That takes it down to a more mundane Freudian level.
There's just one 'archetypal' image in the dream, (which suggests to me that you're not making it all up ...) the stone tablets from the mountain, from which trees grow that flows along the river of life. That one is a more sacred image from the deeper unconscious, that you should really work out for yourself. There is a marriage of nature and patriarchal spirituality in that one, but you need to look closer at that.
As far as film-music is concerned, the whole thing EITHER points to a withdrawal of energy from film-music journalism to something more real and substantial, OR an acknowledgement from your psyche that true creativity and 'life' come from humility and a different line of questioning. Or both.
The question would be, is this dream representing how things are, what changes are taking place in you, or rather how things need to become?
Now the second part seems to be a warning. It could be about Europe and the economic crisis maybe, but it also could indicate a possible 'waters of chaos' swamping by the unconscious. Does it reflect how you feel, or how you don't feel? Is it motivated by your conscious fears, or by dangers your aren't acknowledging? Only you know that.
There's a transition (the ferry) and you need a very strong ship for it, a Noah's Ark, a Ra-boat. You have tablets of stone, water of life, and waters of chaos. Look where the life is.
Discussing this sort of thing here is dangerous, you open up to all sorts of trivialising contaminations by people who have agendas, see these things quite unobjectively related to things like psycho-babble and New Age loonies etc. that they've been exposed to in the past. It's not the right place. Where to 'cast your pearls' etc..
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An extra thought.
The river that flows from the mountain (whence the tablets and the trees) presumably goes to the sea. Is that the same sea as after the hiatus?
There might be a real suggestion that the true energies of creativity (the 'Law' of the tablets and the 'trees' of life) that flow from the true centre are being DAMMED UP somewhere at sea, so that the wave (tsunami) is backlashing and threatening to swamp you? Discipline and creativity are both needed (law and nature) to ride it out, and a safe ferryboat. Maybe you're being told to lsiten more to the 'Williams' (not John, but your inner spirit) and to find a disciplined creative outlet, to use your energy creatively. Film Music Journalism isn't the answer maybe, and the energy needs used.
You don't say if your boat is sailing TO or FROM Norway, your home.
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But it's not about entertainment, Thor. In a post above, you say you 'love' psychoanalysis. Even psychoanalysts don't love psychoanalysis, they would never say such a thing. They presume it to be serious. It all looks very sheltered and a wee bit complacent.
What if your dreams became so urgent you couldn't ignore them?
We live in times where people don't care that the unconscious might have a serious dialogue with them. Precognitive dreaming is routine, but few notice that or could even give it credence.
Wouldn't it be better to ask yourself what you fear might engulf you, and if it's recurrent, find it? If you're a mere detached spectator in your own drama, then you may become shut out of it. Or you might be totally enslaved to what you won't look at, don't realise is there. How many lives do we have?
Is your intent ever to actually enter the big myth or simply analyse it as some interesting phenomenon? People just arrogantly assume they can ignore such things. That's what Cassius did in Shakespeare's 'Julius Caesar' and look what happened to him. If it's REAL, then putting it out of one's mind won't help. In fact that is the surest way to be actually engulfed.
Are you giggling that you've ensnared my analysis? That won't make the phenomenon disappear. Is the wave there, or is it not?
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