Scott and i are standing outside with a lot of other people. Some kind of ?courtyard behind a chain-linked fence. We all have wooden type chairs to sit on but some people are standing, holding their chairs. All of the chairs are different – like they come from hundreds of different kitchen table sets. Some are colored and some are just brown. Some look like the chairs from school desks. We’re in some sort of alignment like maybe a zigzag formation but with some people sitting and some people standing, holding chairs, it’s hard to tell. Scott and i are sitting in our place in the line. An opening in what seems to be “further up” the line is open, against the fence. Two people holding their chairs make a break for it! One is an old woman with white hair and the other is a young woman with long light-brown hair. I watch, curious as to what will happen because they’re both going to reach the spot at the same time. I’m wondering if the younger woman will defer to the elder but she doesn’t, she slams her chair into the space and sits down. I’m a little bit annoyed that the younger woman didn’t allow the older woman to have the space but then i decided it didn’t matter because there’s no reason the old woman can just set her chair down anywhere and sit in it. In the meantime, the old woman has worked her way to what is the very front of the line, still holding her chair. I comment to Scott that she’s made a good move because now she will be the first one in. Apparently we’re seeing a concert but the gate hasn’t opened yet. Sure enough, the gate opens and the people begin to stand and move into the auditorium. I’m amused to see that the girl who got the vacant spot is even further down the line than Scott and i so even though she got the spot and sat down in her chair, she was further from the front and wouldn’t get as good a seat once she got inside. I feel no animosity towards her, just witness to the fact that her greed didn’t gain her anything and the older woman “won” that little battle. Scott and i get into the auditorium and i race down front to help the old woman find the best seat. I’m thinking that she would want to sit front and center of the stage but she tells me she’d rather sit back a few rows and off to the side. I help her get situated then go back to find where Scott is sitting. He’s center but a few rows back. Good seats. He’s sitting to my right and a girl i don’t know (might be the young girl who got the spot but i’m not sure) is sitting to my left. The band starts to play. It’s 10cc (i’ve never seen 10cc and i don’t know if the men on the stage were any real people or not but in the dream i BELIEVED it was 10cc). They’re playing a song that’s very layered and complicated. Beautiful. The girl next to me is rocking sideways – side to side – like a metronome. I’m confused because she rocking to a fast beat but the rhythm of the song that I’M hearing is slow and calm and reminds me of wind. I notice that Scott has two cans of beer (Budweiser i think) in his hands and i’m wondering if he got one for me but as soon as i think it i realize that one can is empty and he’s drinking from the other. I’m a little disappointed that he didn’t think to get me one but then the lead guitar player/singer pulls off his little John Lennon glasses and sticks them in a ?cup holder in the table sitting in front of the front row. As he does it he looks directly at me. He then moves to the side of stage that goes up the left wall (the stage is ‘L shaped) and he’s playing beautifully on his guitar. I notice that Scott now is also rocking side to side to the same rhythm that the girl on my other side is hearing. I listen closer and realize i can hear the rhythm they’re hearing if i choose to but i don’t want to. I prefer the slow calm wandering rhythm that reminds me of breezes rather than the metronome quality rhythm that they’re listening to. Strawberry Fields wakes me.
Chaotic 'lines' of people, chairs available but some electing to hold the chair while they stand. Different rhythms perceived within the same song. Behavior that appears selfish but really isn't. 10cc. The dream strikes me as very Henry Thoreau - "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them..." People don't hear the song i hear but i think the song as i hear it is much nicer and less confining? No doubt THAT's true. I don't need the dreaming mind to tell that to the waking mind! So maybe there's something else i'm supposed to get? Acceptance? Stop expecting people to see things from my perspective and accept that the way they perceive works fine for them even though it seems pre-packaged and unimaginative?
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