I fell asleep one night and had a dream -
I’m alone on a beach, and the moon was casting a soft glow
On the gentle waves on the beach.
I started listening to a jazz song –
I didn’t know who it was written by,
Or what the name of the song was,
But I decided that it sounded relaxing,
And by then the sax solo had begun.
I wasn’t sure of where I was,
But it wasn’t the same beach anymore,
Because I saw (heard) a sailboat that wasn’t there before.
It was moving slowly, guided by the sun,
And whichever way the wind was blowing.
It struggled over waves, spun in three circles,
And it was then I noticed that no one was on the boat.
So I swam out to it and climbed up on the boat,
Letting the wind blow at my back,
Sailing slowly and effortlessly,
Peacefully and quietly,
Letting the warm sun soak into my skin,
Until I noticed that the beach had become a river bank,
And the dunes had become some skyscrapers,
And by then the trumpet solo had begun.
I left the ferry and wandered around the city.
The streets and buildings were overshadowing,
And seemed overpowering as they hid the sun.
Everything seemed grey and heartless,
Except for the occasional flower or tree.
I felt (heard) the sadness and anger on the streets,
And soon I noticed the flashing lights of police cars,
But there weren’t cars I had seen recently.
And then the past rushed from the back of my mind to the front,
And I ran inside a store and grabbed a newspaper.
It was dated November 5, 1981.
And then all was quiet – and as I looked up from the paper,
I was no longer in the store,
But instead was standing next to a park bench
And by then the bass solo had begun.
I started walking a long a sidewalk,
And it curved towards a small zoo.
I went into the zoo and wandered around,
And saw (heard) the caged animals pacing back and forth,
Looking for a way out, or at least bored,
But content with their lifestyle.
Everyone was pointing and whispering at the animals,
But I had seen all this before so I left the zoo,
And I couldn’t find the sidewalk before,
And by then the drum solo had begin.
I was now in a deep dark woods,
On a muddy and curvy mountain path.
Branches were falling and trees were crashing,
And I felt lightning strike right behind me,
As if I was being tapped on the shoulder.
I smelled (heard) a tree catch fire and I ran,
Faster and faster until I slipped in a mud puddle
And fell, and slid down a hill, and off a cliff,
And I landed with a big splash and when I surfaced...
...I was awake, sitting in the ocean
I was on the first beach again and the tide had risen.
The song had ended, it was morning,
And the sun was casting a soft glow
On the gentle waves of the beach...
