We Passed Upon The Stair

I was feeling very tired still this morning, so I slept-in. While I slept the extra hour or so, I fell into a dream.

I was going to a gig. And I was seeing David Bowie. The venue from the outside looked quite grand. One of those ornate old style theatres, you know. The stairwell was kind of circular. Plushly carpeted. The stairs were short stepped, so they seem to go on forever. I must have gone up about 3 or 4 levels.

As I neared the top, there was David…just sitting at the top of the stairs, with an acoustic guitar and someone from the entourage. He was just softly strumming away. Just kind of musically noodling. He was softly chatting away with his mate and they were having a giggle.

I stopped in my tracks. Even still to this day and in my dreams I was awestruck and utterly gobsmacked to find myself in his presence. He looked at me with an expression that read, “Why be so awestruck? I’m just a bloke.” David…you were NEVER “just a bloke”. Lol.

I never came face to face with him like this in real life. I only ever saw him play live once, and I will be forever thankful of that.

Well, he smiles that amazing smile of his to me and I stand their on the steps listening to him strum away. The noodling now also includes some unintelligible vocal sounds.

Just behind me, over my left shoulder, something grabs my attention. Scurrying along and stopping just behind me is a tiny little mouse with the biggest ears. Very soon after, little mousey is joined by a friend. And they are both just stood there, looking at us looking at them. The three of us humans all smiling at each other over how cute these two mice are.

And then I wake up! Just like that.

A very surreal dream. And I awoke so happy, yet so sad that it was just a dream, and the dawning realisation that David is still gone and the only way I’ll ever experience anything like that ever again is in my dreams.

The dream just encapsulated everything that was David. Surreal, gentle and beautiful.

Dream In The Latest Dream…


My brain is buckling. It’s FINALLY giving me some dream scenarios now and again. This morning it was the airport. In this one, I was hanging out at the local airport.

Now, before I go ANY further…I MUST point out that, despite numerous reports over the years of quite a few stars coming through the airport (including Michael Jackson, no less!), I’ve never spotted anyone remotely famous whenever I’ve been there.

This dream started out like all my real life wanders through the airport…I was seeing ZIP. Then suddenly I spies Noel Gallagher and his Missus from a while back, Meg Matthews (was my dream outdated?). I was thinking “OK, that’s not bad as celeb spotting goes. A bit 1997, but hey ho!”. But of course, in my weird semi-lucid state of dreaming, I was after Sir Kerr. What were the chances gonna be? I have NO idea whether he has ever come through Luton airport (in a manner of speaking). And with my ratio of dream to non-dreams of Sir, I wasn’t banking on it!

The airport was SUPER busy in the dream. My eyes were darting EVERYWHERE! Lol. I was totally on the lookout. There was a really long queue to my right that I was walking past. And then, I see a man. I’m eyeing him up thinking “NO! It can’t be! Can it?! IT BLOODY WELL IS! I think…is it?” I’ve deliberately slowed down now, having stopped in my tracks when I first spot what I believe to be Jim. But not Jim as he is now, but several years back, like 2009 or something (why am I dreaming of people out of date?). I am walking ever so slowly…making my way closer…sideways and forwards…slowly creeping up to him on his left side. My heart is really starting to pound…I am ever so near now…just within earshot. He is oblivious, just patiently waiting in said queue (Jim Kerr in a queue! At Luton airport? Why?! And AS IF! Lol). I’m now right by him. I open my mouth to speak, heart absolutely frigging pounding away at a million miles an hour in my chest…AND THEN I WAKE UP!!!! My heart still fucking pounding like a startled rabbit! Lol

If I can be like that in a dream…what the hell would I be like if the opportunity ever availed itself for real?! I do believe I would QUITE LITERALLY have a heart attack.

I will probably never find out. I’m sure the man must think I am nuttier than a pack of Bombay Mix!