Chatting to Elton John

I was in the middle of a long chat with Elton John, the singer and songwriter. We were both smartly dressed, and possibly at an exhibition, or very civilised party. He was holding a glass of mineral water with a slice of lemon in it. I could clearly see the sparkling effervescence inside the glass. I was leaning against a column, explaining to him why he was never as good in his later career, as he was on his first ever record release. I was trying not to look at his strange false hair, to pretend that I hadn’t noticed the outlandish wig. Then I woke up.

What is it about dreams?

I don’t care that much for Elton John. I have nothing against him specifically, but rarely think about him. I do actually consider his first album to be his best, but other than that, this dream has nothing to explain it. I have never met Elton John, and I am highly unlikely ever to do so. And I am sure that if I ever did meet him, I would not be so impolite as to criticise his body of work. So why that dream? And why last night in particular?

It is claimed that we do not remember most of our dreams, and that those that are the most vivid, and the easiest to recall, occur just before waking. I can accept these claims, as I have no way of refuting them. But I do remember a lot of dreams, sometimes in minute detail. Most are easy to explain of course. Remembering my Mum, recollecting events from past jobs, marriages, even accidents. I have written a post about these before, and how I am often driving, and usually lost. But some defy all explanation, involving fantastic, impossible situations. Meeting people who are long dead, spending what seems like weeks, traversing a forbidding continent. Perhaps piloting aircraft, riding a fast horse, or swimming in stormy seas with whales. All of these have featured in my dreams.

And chatting to a 68 year old pop music legend from Pinner.

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17 thoughts on “Chatting to Elton John

  1. I had a similar blog on dreams before Pete. Yes, it is strange that sometimes dreams of the same things or people recur in your sleep. Sometimes you dream of something you thought of before you went to sleep.

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  2. I don’t dream too often and sometimes I can’t remember them. My most common dream is that I am going somewhere familiar = a street in NYC for example – and I get lost. I’m not scared; I realize I am in the wrong street, know where I want to go and head there. I turn a corner and again I am in the wrong place. I know where I am going but can’t seem to find my way. I can’t get there.

    I’m sure an analyst would have a ball!

    Regards.

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  3. Dear Pete,
    everything you dream of can be seen as part of yourself. It’s a symbol of you. So I would see Elton John as your alter ego. And it seems to me that you (like most of us – but the Bookfayries) have problems with your age. Don’t we all think that we have been better when we were younger? And I can see it clearly it’s true, at least in my case. One could say that’s the lemon in the glass, we are still sparkling but with a hint of lemon ๐Ÿ˜‰ And as you know a lot about music isn’t it obvious that you identify subconsciously with a musician?
    So much about the dream
    Lots of love
    Klausbernd

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    1. Thanks for your analysis of the dream, KB. It is true that I have spent a lot of my life listening to music, but not to Elton John, which is what, to me, makes him a strange choice for dreams. Much of the rest of what you say rings true though.
      Best wishes, Pete.

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  4. There are stranger things in this world than you or I could think of – someone famous said that I think. Maybe it’s time you did think about Elton John – who knows what the future may bring…. especially at Halloween time!!

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