Stravinsky Bordello (Dream Blog 1)

I recently read a piece in Wired about how to experience Lucid Dreams. They say that one of the ways to help you experience these is to write about your dreams. I thought I'd give it a go since, whilst a lot of my dreams are very strange, I almost never remember them. Last night's was a cracker though.

It starts with me in an orchestra pit with Johnny Depp and another man I don't know. The man I don't know tells me that Depp is actually Igor Stravinsky, and that I either have to write an opera with him, or make a film? I'm not sure if anyone can tell if it's the real Stravinsky or if that we're making a film about him. I guess the man I don't know is either a film director or the owner of the Ballet Russes. Either way, he gets us both in a big friendly headlock and tells us that whilst we don't get along, we should be able to produce a great *****. I don't remember what that last word was.

Cut to myself and Johnny/Igor with the members of Gogol Bordello. We're all sent to some tropical location to produce this unknown project. Instead of flying there on a plane, we all fly there superhero style. I'm flying along with the bassist from the band, endlessly complimenting him on his bass tone. The music playing in the background is this: 

We get bored with being superhuman after a while and end up falling to the ground, ending up in a rainforest somewhere. The rest of the band is there, along with Johnny/Igor, and someone looking a lot like Professor McGonagall. We all need to stop and eat something apparently. All there is to eat here though is some kind of weird insect that's trying to eat me alive.

After that we're inexplicably on The Orient Express. I forget what we were talking about here, but after a while I wake up. I never did find out if it was a film or an opera!