Friday, October 25, 2013
Where Nothing Ever Happens...
I had the most beautiful dream this afternoon.
In a city overseas, probably somewhere in Europe, I was in a beautiful, brick lined pub sitting at a bar. I was with my friend Cory who was, of course, already making friends with fellow bar patrons. The sandy beaches below were white as snow and the view from the pub showed the ocean from every window.
The beer they poured was smooth and the bartender made me a flight, describing each lager and ale using the best english she had. She and the bar supporters were all pleasant and accommodating.
As I looked around the quaint and accommodating bar, I sighed. An older gentleman sitting a few stools away smiled softly and asked me what was wrong. What could terribly be wrong in a place like this?
I returned his smile and responded, “It’s just that... I know that I’m dreaming. And I know I’ll have to wake up soon and leave all of this behind. I wish I could stay forever.”
I ordered baklava, based on the bartender’s recommendation and watched silently as the children played on the beaches below. I could feel the consciousness of the real world trying to pull me back, but I forced myself to stay as long as I could. Then suddenly, I began to cry.
“What is it now?” the kind gentleman asked..
I looked up towards the exposed ceiling and said, “This is paradise to me... and I can’t help but wonder... if perhaps maybe it’s Heaven. I don’t actually believe in Heaven... but if this is anything close to what it could be, I hope maybe I’ve died in my sleep and will never return to my life on Earth.”
He smiled again but I could not understand his response for I heard an alarm in the distance and his face, as well as the brick walls around me, slowly blurred and faded away...
And then I woke up... with half an hour left before I had to get ready for work.
Everyone is trying to get to the bar.
The name of the bar, the bar is called Heaven.
The band in Heaven plays my favorite song.
They play it once again, they play it all night long.
There is a party, everyone is there.
Everyone will leave at exactly the same time.
Its hard to imagine that nothing at all
could be so exciting, and so much fun.
Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
- David Byrne and Jerry Harrison, Talking Heads
Posted by Tina V at 12:38 AM