to my memory, there have only been a few times where i have woken up from a dream where a tune was playing so clearly and vividly in my mind. as my conscious grows among the rhythm and the structure, i find the original and unfamiliar sound fading. as my eyes open to the alarm clock next to my bed, a reminding symbol of ‘reality’ or sense of time, the sound i had discovered within myself quickly dissolves and is forever lost.
much like dostoyevsky’s account of a dream, i find the abrupt and fading memory of the tune in my moments of wakening to be inspiration to mimic what i heard and felt in my dream. and although i never reach that certain and perfect sound, i find satisfaction in my fingers exploring the fretboard patiently, ignoring the neurotic and common structure that my fingers would typically follow on any other given day, under the inspiration of more ‘conscious’ or ‘real’ surroundings.
it’s the cause and effect like this which truly reveals the power of the subconscious, and forces me to question whether i’m composing the rhythm which i feel applies or whether i’m discovering the rhythm which my mind was initially designed for.
