Joe Strummer Bakes in my Rock'n'Roll Dreams
2007 08 31
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Someone I know was recently asking after dream interpretations. I'm not one to normally put a lot of stock in my dreams most of the time, past noting whether they were good or bad, reminiscent or novel, nightmarish or tame, memorable or fleeting. But, last night I had two dreams I have strong recollections of.
In the first, I was looking at vases of pure white roses. A friend's sister had apparently died, and she liked white roses. I was looking for the perfect bloom to take to the funeral with me. The second was also about death, but only in the sense that it was about a dead person. I had a dream about Joe Strummer. It was winter, snow covered the ground outside, but it seemed a warm and jovial atmosphere inside. There were people preparing to leave the house, but he asked me to remain, and we spent time cooking things in his kitchen.
I don't dream about death, as such, too often; but I dream about dead people frequently enough - a greatgrandmother, my grandfather who raised me, even famous people. What's always struck me about these dreams, is that despite whatever negativity surrounded these people while they were alive - even nastiness that I was a victim of - none of the dreams has ever been bad. Most of the time they seem tame enough, but once in a while they seem noteworthily positive or warm. In the case of my grandfather, perhaps it's how I forgive him - I cannot do so any other way - or try to preserve more positive memories of him.
As for Joe, who knows? Perhaps he's baking biscuits in that great kitchen in the sky, inviting friends 'round for tea, and having a pleasant time in whatever passes for an afterlife in his universe. I hope so. I always did have a soft spot for that man.