As I may have mentioned, Bob Dylan helped me get through college.
During my junior year in college, I began to mentally unravel a bit. Around this time I started listening to Bob Dylan. (His music, I didn’t actually hear his voice in my head. I was unravelling, not breaking down.) For some reason, I got the notion to one day audition to be a back-up singer for his never ending tour.
This day dream gave me a bit of focus, just a bit, and that was enough to help me lug myself from class to class to keep my scholarship so I could continue my voice lessons. So I survived.
I’m still a big Bob Dylan fan and when I was actively producing plays, I would include one Bob Dylan song and one Los Lobos song in each production. (That was trick when I directed The Grapes of Wrath and I used only acoustic music performed live on stage.) One of my plays is named after a Bob Dylan lyric.
Still I know it was all a day dream.
I was not at all surprised when Mr. Dylan appeared in an actual dream.
Well that is not entirely accurate. Tom Petty called me on the phone to tell me that “our friend was drinking a lot.” (I’m assuming that he felt we had to speak in code because we were on the phone. )
When I was relaying the details of this dream to Batman, I said that I thought it was unnecessary for Mr. Petty to say, “Hey, Lynda, this is Tom Petty.” because with that voice who else would he be, except, possibly Tom Waits, and how would Tom Waits get my number?
For a split second that made perfect sense to me. Batman, on the other hand, just gave me the slow nod and smile combination that most people give me when they think I may just finally have reached the edge and am preparing to leap off.
Now I really don’t think that Tom Petty has been just waiting for the right time to call and chat, but I think that would be more likely to happen than Tom Waits to give me a jingle.
Last night I dreamed that I kept having to call my friend Penny to come and pick me up because my mother kept forgetting me. This missed ride dilemma kept me from attending my acting classes.
I can’t even imagine where that came from.
In other news, I am more than ready for this year to be over.
Today we lost Carrie Fisher.
While I didn’t know her personally, she definitely made an impact on the females of my generation. She was the first one to show us that Princesses could definitely rescue themselves and kick ass when necessary. She was also a hell of a writer and had a great sense of humor.
Last night a shopping mall near my house became a Shop and Maul. Over 100 teens were involved in several fights throughout the mall. Apparently similar incidents happened all over the country.
We lost a princess and several teens lost their minds.
No wonder all I want to remember is my dreams.