Being a musician, it’s not uncommon for me to have specific and articulate memories of the music I hear in a dream. This dream is an example of that.
It starts with me in the backseat of a car. I am unsure what I was doing in the backseat, but Thrilleana was driving. It was an old grey-blue town car, the kind you’d expect an old cop or cheap detective might drive in the 1980s.
We drove until the suburbs thinned out into trees. Eventually we ended up down a lonely corner of road.
Thrilleana carefully executed the three-point turn required to exit the cul-de-sac when the car abruptly stopped. She’d hit something on the left/driver’s side—an enormous hairy thing. It was a Sasquatch.
The enraged creature threw its fist into the driver’s side window. I protected my eyes from the broken glass as Thrilleana dove into the backseat.
This is where the music came in. Horror music, specifically. A lonely piano melody, accompanied by full orchestral brass, wind, and chorale, it was as if what was happening in the dream was obviously part of an actual horror movie.
. . .
Here is that aforementioned horror-theme piano melody, with bass reference:
Note that on occasion I am able to develop those raw dream memories into complete songs. This is another example of melody and chords derived from a dream, from back in early 2015 (original dream journal post):
And here is the finished work, completed later in the year:
There is something we react to when we dream. Whether it’s a place we go or just a pile of our own memories and thoughts, there is a thing there, and engaging with it it produces weird, hallucinogenic effects, though it does require our waking selves to interpret, through the process of conscious recall.
I will try and develop the melody I’ve captured in this dream.