I’m going to do something a little different this time. I’m going to cut right to the chase. I’m driving straight to the heart of the matter.
I’m wasting no time in attacking the meat of the bone. I’m going to mellifluously strangle this metaphor so we can get directly to business.
I had a dream a few nights ago where I could hear a full orchestra playing an exceedingly complex tune replete with melody and counterpoint. It was a
very sophisticated composition the likes of which Mozart, Beethoven, and Vivaldi might envy. I’m just kidding; I’m not actually very familiar with
classical composers, but I do know this dream music would rival the best of what I have heard.
I could hear an ensemble of violins, cellos, flutes, and oboes. I don’t even like classical music. I was in band for 2 years and played in the
percussion section. Outside of band I listened exclusively to classic rock music and played trap-set drums (hardly a graceful instrument.)
And this dream concerto has happened to me a handful of times. Each time, I can’t remember much else about the dream except the music. The imagery
is very fuzzy and I can’t seem to remember what I saw in the dream or even its basic subtext. One in particular I was walking down the block of my
old neighborhood in the middle of the night. However, the music is what strikes a chord in me. And it’s not always classical compositions with an
orchestra. The dream in my old neighborhood featured some very otherworldly music and sounds from instruments that simply do not exist. I’m not even
sure I could describe some of the sounds—I’ll try. I remember one sound was like strumming a giant rubber-band. It made an incredibly rich
resonating bass sound, but had an electronic overtone that reminded me of a theremin.
It’s not always something I hear. Sometimes it is music I am interacting with! In a way, I am creating it. It’s as if my thoughts are dictating
the sounds they want to hear and the music comes alive. It is an effortless creation.
Now, I mentioned taking percussion classes. I am hardly a musician. I hit things with sticks and that’s about it. I do not compose melodies or even
know any scales. I have noodled at piano a couple of times as I do occasionally play balafon (a more primitive version of xylophone.) But I certainly
don’t know how to ‘create’ music. And the music I hear is definitely not anything that exists in my music library. I can’t imagine that my
brain just pieced together some of the most moving orchestral music I’ve ever heard by splicing together snippets and excerpts from The Cars and The
I find that these dreams are very difficult for me to remember upon waking. I can remember most of my dreams in meticulous detail. In other words, I
can hardly even remember what the tunes sounded like. I wouldn’t even be able to hum or whistle them at this point. And yet, it was unbelievably
moving music when I heard it in the dream. Perhaps it is my lack of musical aptitude that keeps me from retaining it better.
I know of at least one musician who claims they have heard music in a dream. Sir Paul McCartney himself has made this claim when referring to his hit
song “Yesterday.” I mean, the guy pretty much can't pee in the snow without writing a hit song, so I have no reason to think he'd be making that
up. (Granted, the Beatles have "embellished" some of their history anyway.)
as McCartney tells it:
"I woke up with a lovely tune in my head. I thought, 'That's great, I wonder what that is?' There was an upright piano next to me, to the right of
the bed by the window. I got out of bed, sat at the piano, found G, found F sharp minor 7th -- and that leads you through then to B to E minor, and
finally back to E. It all leads forward logically. I liked the melody a lot, but because I'd dreamed it, I couldn't believe I'd written it. I thought,
'No, I've never written anything like this before.' But I had the tune, which was the most magic thing!"
Have you ever experienced this? If so, are you musically-minded—or not? Could this be evidence of any latent potential we have as human beings? Does
anyone know of any case studies of musical savants?
On a similar note (no pun intended. Alright, it was intended after I noticed the pun) there was a period where I would wake up to the sound of flutes
and bells. It’s almost as if the music itself was what was waking me up. It’d be a playful melody and many times I thought it was my cellphone
jingle (naturally, it was not.) I could never figure out what the music was until I started learning about “inner” music and “astral” music
etc. Now, that might just be a topic for an entirely different thread. I do hear OM/ AUM when I listen for it. It is most certainly NOT tinnitus. I
hear the humming vibrations. However, for this thread I’m more interested in this “dream” music. Do you hear music in your dreams or when you
wake up? Fall asleep?
Any thoughts at all? Please share! Do you know of any musicians who have claimed inspiration from a dream? Or even just comment by adding a piece of
music that is especially moving to you, but you must explain why since this thread is essentially about music appreciation.
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Keith Richards wrote "Satisfaction" in a dream. He always kept one of those little old school cassette tape recorders with him.
He woke up, mouthed the chorus ( 'I can't get no...satisfaction') and the three-note guitar riff, then went back to sleep.
He woke up later, played it, and said "This could be a cool song!"
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Wow, I can't believe I've never heard that one before! And I thought I knew everything there was to know about classic rock. That's a heck of a
tune to just dream up, but I still think Jumpin' Jack Flash was their opus magnum.
Yes, I am familiar with hypnagogia. Granted, these auditory hallucinations are still capable of creating some pretty beautiful sounds. Is there a
cold, scientific term to kill the wonderment in that? Either way, the music is there and I want to know why. I find it fascinating that while my
sense of logic and inhibition are not at full capacity, something is blasting intelligent music in my head.
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Jay "Bluejay" Greenberg (born December 13, 1991 in New Haven, Connecticut) is an American composer and former child prodigy who entered the
Juilliard School in 2002 at age 10.
Greenberg has said he hears the music performed inside his head, like many composers, and often several musical pieces simultaneously, and he is then
able to simply notate what he has listened to, and rarely needs to make corrections to what he has notated.
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