That was a nice one
Jun. 10th, 2004 11:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightrosefoxI had a strange, curious dream last night: I was at a New Model Army show outdoors on the grass, in summer, when the sun was just starting to set.
Everyone was there, everyone who came to the last show and the one before, with a couple of exceptions (people we don't like and all). We were very close to the stage and I was watching Justin Sullivan's eyes catch fire, that familiar, breath-taking glint of force that pours out in his voice. At the beginning, he had just finished singing "Ballad of Bodman Pil" (of course; it's my dream after all) and the fading strains of "I am lost...I'm a freak..." were murmuring through the crowd.
There was a slight pause. Justin grinned and looked right down at our little circle -- and then the familiar strains of another loved song began, and we immediately all began to sing along, swaying together.
Toward the middle of it, Beca, who was standing behind me, put her arms around my waist and hugged me. As Justin sang, I felt something unusual, and looked down to see Beca's arms melting into my waist, literally fusing us together. I looked around, puzzled. Adam was on my left, squeezing my hand tight. Watson was next to Beca. He glanced down at us and smiled quietly, and leaned over to kiss her cheek. Adam pressed my hand even tighter. I managed to turn my head to try and see Beca's face, and she leaned over to look at me. She was smiling very enthusiastically and mouthing the words, and Justin's voice kept getting louder until it was all I could hear:
"Forever running even when we are standing still
Driven on and fired up as the whirlwinds blow
And shouting out inside "I'm proud of you, I'm proud of you"
Ten thousand footsteps echo down the Brixton Road
Eleven sweet years and no nearer home
A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone
Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness
Trying not to look down."
I whispered, "This should not be for me." But no one could hear me, and when the song was over, Beca and I became two separate people again, and moved into the arms of our respective lovers.
I woke up, but it was into another dream, this time in the astral plane -- full of blues, clouds, sky colors. Someone was flying beside me. A woman with long brown hair. She looked like an elfin princess. I asked her what it all meant and she said, "Not now, but then. Other lives. It's hard to let go of a sister, isn't it? Easier when you find each other again. The bond strengthens. You remember now. You'll remember again."
I explained that "Eleven Years" was for Beca and James. But the elf laughed and assured me that it could be many things. I was still puzzled, but she didn't give me time to muse, because she gave me a little shove, and I woke up for real.
Everyone was there, everyone who came to the last show and the one before, with a couple of exceptions (people we don't like and all). We were very close to the stage and I was watching Justin Sullivan's eyes catch fire, that familiar, breath-taking glint of force that pours out in his voice. At the beginning, he had just finished singing "Ballad of Bodman Pil" (of course; it's my dream after all) and the fading strains of "I am lost...I'm a freak..." were murmuring through the crowd.
There was a slight pause. Justin grinned and looked right down at our little circle -- and then the familiar strains of another loved song began, and we immediately all began to sing along, swaying together.
Toward the middle of it, Beca, who was standing behind me, put her arms around my waist and hugged me. As Justin sang, I felt something unusual, and looked down to see Beca's arms melting into my waist, literally fusing us together. I looked around, puzzled. Adam was on my left, squeezing my hand tight. Watson was next to Beca. He glanced down at us and smiled quietly, and leaned over to kiss her cheek. Adam pressed my hand even tighter. I managed to turn my head to try and see Beca's face, and she leaned over to look at me. She was smiling very enthusiastically and mouthing the words, and Justin's voice kept getting louder until it was all I could hear:
"Forever running even when we are standing still
Driven on and fired up as the whirlwinds blow
And shouting out inside "I'm proud of you, I'm proud of you"
Ten thousand footsteps echo down the Brixton Road
Eleven sweet years and no nearer home
A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone
Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness
Trying not to look down."
I whispered, "This should not be for me." But no one could hear me, and when the song was over, Beca and I became two separate people again, and moved into the arms of our respective lovers.
I woke up, but it was into another dream, this time in the astral plane -- full of blues, clouds, sky colors. Someone was flying beside me. A woman with long brown hair. She looked like an elfin princess. I asked her what it all meant and she said, "Not now, but then. Other lives. It's hard to let go of a sister, isn't it? Easier when you find each other again. The bond strengthens. You remember now. You'll remember again."
I explained that "Eleven Years" was for Beca and James. But the elf laughed and assured me that it could be many things. I was still puzzled, but she didn't give me time to muse, because she gave me a little shove, and I woke up for real.
