Just woke up this morning to my roommate bangin on the wall screaming "I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!". Funny thing is, I was asleep at the time. I had this strange dream where I was having band practic with my musician friends, and we were going over a song that we were to perform. It was... get this... a cheesefactor 80s chick ballad! I even still remember all the percussives, the intro, the melody and the chorus, all etched into my mind now. It seems that I was singing this in my sleep so loudly that I woke him from dark slumber, which then woke me up, all jumpy.
The scary factor of this all was that the song came entirely from my dream state, and now that I'm piecing it together, it's actually quite good for a cheesy 80s chick ballad! Apparantly it was about contracting vampirism, starting off with a very simple percussive line and lyrics about seeing the last sunset before the change. Kind of a sad melody building up, then the chorus really high pitched "Whoah oh oh! Never see the sun, never breath or sleep, never eat or drink, to the night I go, that is where I creep" I remember those words ringing in my head over and over.
This has been reoccuring a lot lately. I also keep having weird dreams where glam rockers with big hair are shredding out massively intense solos or simple rythms. Then I wake up, run to the guitar and immediately start playing them out, perfectly and above and beyond my guitar capabilities as of yet. So I stay awkae for maybe two or three hours playing them over and over again, until I remember them for good.
I honestly think I may be getting haunted by a ghost who died circa 83-84 who was big in the pop-glam music industry at the time. Or maybe it was my past reincarnation or something, having been born in '81.
Not certain... all I know is I'm getting more and more insane...
I believe that these dreams will continue to haunt me until I complete some ghost's long forgotten, unreleased glam-rock album. And that is what I shall do, despite all likelyhood that it will flop in this era. Who knows, maybe modern pop has become so bad its time for glam ballads to make a comeback.
