As many of you know, traffic can be treacherous in LA. Yesterday was the day after Labor Day and those of us who worked Monday were paid back in full on Tuesday for the bliss we experienced gliding into work with no traffic. “Is anyone else stuck in an obscene amount of traffic right now?” I texted my boss yesterday. 1 hour and 2omin later I was at work. As I like to say in these situations: Barf!
Today I wasn’t going to put up with that. I had a chiropractor appointment at 9am near Beverly Hills, which meant I must brave the 405. So I did want any Los Angelian would do…I left at 6:30am (Maybe not…any Los Angelian, I can be a bit extreme). My plan worked and I got to a coffee shop near my chiro’s office around 7am and proptly pulled out my blanky (I keep one behind my seat) and knocked out. I’ve been fighting a cold the last couple days so any extra sleep seemed imperative.
At 8:00 my alarm went off and I woke up feeling like I’d switched heads with the green monster in Seseme St that lives in a trash can. I felt like I had just slept in a trash can that had been rolled down a hill and then rammed by a monster truck. All the cold symptoms had somehow culminated during that nap and had gathered inside my skull like an overcrowded dinner party.
Despite this discomfort my mind was distracted by something else. I had just woken from a dream in which I had been sitting outside of the very coffee shop I was parked by. As I was talking to a friend in my dream, a song came to me- tune and lyrics- and I pulled out my phone to record the idea as I often do in real life. When I woke up I could still hear the song in my head. It didn’t seem like anything super special, but I remembered a blog my friend wrote about how Paul McCartney had heard the song Yesterday in a dream before he wrote it, so I thought maybe I should record what I could remember of mine. By now my groggy brain had sidetracked to the poor condition of my inflating skull and back, so all I could remember was the chorus, but I recorded that much before gathering my things and heading into the coffee shop.
Sitting down with my Americano I scribbled down the strange occurrence including the part about Paul McCartney’s song. No sooner had I finished that sentence than the song playing in the coffee shop fading out and a new one started. I nearly choked on my coffee when I realized what song it was: Yesterday. What tha what!? What’s going on?! I glanced out the window almost expecting to see an angel darting away with a mischievousness grin. Well…I don’t know what it means, but I started writing a couple verses to the chorus of the song I dreamt. We’ll see what happens. But yeah…that was crazy! Or as my friends say with an exaggerated valley inflection- totes cray! haha…
