I loved climbing trees as a kid. My Dad had one that we used to climb all the time when I was younger. It was beside a fence so it made it even easier to get up into. Why do we as adults stop climbing trees? I dunno...I think personally it would be fun to do every once in a while.
I used to sit up in the tree for hours doing nothing. Sometimes reading, listening to my Walkman, listening to the waves crashing up at the beach, or the wind rustling the leaves in the tree. There's something about the last two sounds that are both relaxing and comforting to me even to this day.
I haven't climbed a tree in years, probably since I was about 17 or so and truthfully had I not done it last night in my dream with a certain bearded Brit lead singer, I probably wouldn't have thought about it or that tree. I'm sure you're wondering why we were climbing trees...but truthfully I have no idea, but I can tell you...it was Simon's idea.
We sat there...for the longest time...in that tree, my tree and said nothing. Just literally hanging around. I remember that I leaned back on the branch; just as I had when I was 10 or 11 years old; and closed my eyes relaxing in the ambiance. He must have relaxed too, he began to sing softly as he's prone to when I dream of him...he IS Simon Le Bon after all...what ELSE would he do? Last night he sang "Lonely in your Nightmare" which I don't think he's sang before when I've dreamt of him. I remember opening my eyes and looking up at him. He was sat 2 branches above me, staring out to the lake singing swinging his one leg. At the chorus I harmonized with him. He looked down at me a little surprised. Truthfully, I'm not sure if he'd forgotten I was sitting there, or if I caught him off guard or quite what. I'm uncertain. In any event he smiled, gave a brief nod and continued singing. All he said when we were done singing was "That sounded fantastic! You did great!". I remember I smiled and nodded in agreement, and I think I said "Thank you". Which I usually do when he sings for me, and again...he nodded. I closed my eyes and lifted my face to meet the warmth of the sun's rays, the wind rustled the leaves, I opened my eyes and with that, he was gone.
I sat there in the tree for a few moments; after he had left; pondering things just as I had as a child. I pondered the significance - if any - to the song we'd just shared. I was aware I was asleep - as I am occasionally - is that normal? Do many other people know that they're asleep when they're dreaming? I mean it's irrelevant really...in the grand scheme of things. But it's something I often wonder about. All in all it was a very mellow and relaxing dream that I enjoyed thoroughly. Who wouldn't?
One Last Glimpse,