Rusty the Singing Dog
Michelle on Nov 29 2007 at 2:33 am | Filed under: Uncategorized
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So I’ve been doing this meditating thing to help me go to sleep. You know, observe the thoughts…let them float by in big gobs of rainbow plasma while I refuse to engage with them. Last night, my thoughts were going like this:
My brother’s girlfriend is a liar…my mom is mad at me…I can’t sleep…it’s too hot in here…his girlfriend is really psycho…
Then, up from the thoughts jumped Rusty the Singing Dog. He set up a stool at the crossroads of my mind, and began to play. Unfortunately, I said to myself, “Observe, don’t engage,” and then he went away. I did end up engaging though, once I realized what had been in my mind. Was Rusty there to sing me to sleep? What would he have sang? Why can’t I be crazy like this more often?
I am such a visual person. I guess I was in that hypnogogic state when Rusty stopped by. It was really too cool. Rusty (who had introduced himself) had rusty-brown bedraggled hair on a skinny, but not emaciated, body. He stood up on his hind legs, leaned back into the stool and held his guitar as though he’d practiced for centuries. And maybe he had.
He looked a bit like the dog in the picture. Only taller, more self-assured, rangy and cool. It is times like this when I wish I could draw.
ITK code for Singing The Sky:
Well, that sounds like an amusing thing. In any event, when you’re in that state, it’s better to to be visited by Rusty the Singing Dog than by probing aliens.
I adore rusty the singing dog. Maybe he could help me relax!
“Why can’t I be crazy like this more often?”
It gets wearing if it happens too often.
My dreams are usually so dull compared to this. I guess I just don’t have much imagination when I nod off. Thanks for sharing this interesting dream!
I’ve been waking at 2am with a headful of stressful thoughts … maybe I need Rusty to visit me! Sending you peace & love, Michelle. xx, JP/deb