mysterious lanka

2003-08-10 - 11:29 p.m.

in my dream a week or so ago geoffrey rush was dressed as captain barbossa at the actual pirates of the caribbean ride in disneyworld, and he was singing a song to moo, who was a tiny girl, only six or seven years old. she was sitting at his feet, on these wide smooth steps that led into the water, gazing up at him, and he was moving these long thin lines back and forth with his arms, like long fishing lines that curved up and out with no rod. the lines moved over and around each other again and again as geoffrey sang this long low song. somewhere faintly in the background there were other male voices singing the tune, chanting it over and over again. it was the pirates' song.

when i woke up i wrote down the words closest to what the sounds were in the dream song, then i wrote out the melody and rhythm as best i could. i wrote down variations on lyrics, and ideas for subtle background instrumentation. then i sang it a few times to myself to get the melody to stick. i still sing the tune mentally whenever i think about it, awaiting the day when i can actually record it. it's called 'the pirates" song,' for any other name would be an injustice. i don't even feel that it's my song, either, simply one that was sung to me, one that i am lent in hopes of recording it for myself.

right now i'm caught between wanting to buy a voice recorder and an espresso machine. ah, the irony of it all.

last night my dad said, 'being old is better than the alternative.'

i needs must sleep now, for all the dreams and dilemmas i could tell you of. having no internet access is driving me mad, but i intend to remedy that very soon. the access, not the madness.

i will say that i have finally succumbed, now that the show is over, and i have a crush on zander from 'buffy the vampire slayer,' though completely against my will. it started in a dream i had which i call 'bend it like buffy,' in which i had a devastating crush on zander, and he had a devastating crush on buffy. we sat and talked with mere inches between our faces, and it was so painful. sometimes i felt that he was wavering, that he could see having a crush on me, but i could never be sure. then i had to rush home to my strict sikh parents. zander followed me and watched from the window as my indian family fussed about me, wrapping me in a sari. i hoped that he would somehow fall in love with me from seeing me at home in my full-blown indian habitat. but i could never be sure, and it drove a stake through my heart loving him so deeply yet never letting him know.

then i woke up and watched the hyena episode from season one and got a little tingle at zander's animal ways. so now i crush on zander. damn it.

ever get memories from dreams? most times i can recall that they were indeed dreams, but do you ever get dreams and reality confused? sometimes it's easy, like when you start regaling everyone with the time you hid from your family by swimming along the riverbed, breathing the water. times like those become pretty clear that something dream-like is coming into play. but what about the other times? sometimes it can be hard to tell.

and now the midnight hour is calling, and i too must fade.