It’s a funny thing how I discover music I like, sometimes. I heard recently that Eminem has released a new album, and even though I always say I don’t like rap, I’ll have to pick this one up, because…and this is shocking to me…I actually do like a lot of Eminem’s stuff. He’s raw, he’s honest, and his music is interesting.
And I would never have discovered I like his music if it hadn’t been for my dreams.
In addition to discovering music in strange ways, I also often have very pecular dreams. It comes of being a writer, I think; I’m used to being inside character’s heads, so when I dream I’m most often not ‘myself’. I’m someone different, a different sex, a different age, a different race…sometimes even a different species. I also dream in series, where it’s like I’m living a different life while I’m sleeping, and through my dreams I get to experience parts of that life. I did one series, where, for random nights over the course of three years or so, I dreamed that I was married to this guy. Each dream was a little further along in the relationship, and whenever I dreamed it, it was always so completely natural to be there with him. I still actually miss him, sometimes, but I haven’t been in those dreams for years now.
But back to Eminem. I knew who he was, of course, but I hadn’t really heard any of his music. I tended to flip the channel whenever he came on to do a performance, because I don’t like rap. But then I started dreaming a series about him. It was so weird. In the dreams we were friends, and I think he was on tour, because I’d just be hanging out with him in this trailer, talking. He had a very good sense of humor. He made me laugh, and they were very relaxing dreams, because we were so comfortable with each other. But every time I’d wake up from one, I’d be puzzled. Why him? Why, out of all the celebrities in the world (including the ones I was actually wishing I’d dream about) why was I dreaming about hanging out with him?
It took four dreams, but I finally got curious enough to google him, and listen to some of his songs. And yes. I did get hooked on his clever rhymes, and yes, his sense of humor actually did make me laugh. So I bought some of his CDs, and the dreams stopped….unfortunately, enough, because then I was kinda looking forward to them.
So I’m left wondering…did the Othermind hear just enough of his music before I flipped the channel to know I’d like to hear more? And thus sent me the dreams to intrigue me into listening? Or is it just one more aspect of the weirdness that is my mind?
Who knows? I certainly have no idea.
But now I have to say that I still don’t like rap. Except for Eminem.
Out of Eden 