Do you dream about music?

I was a guitarist in Radiohead preparing to play a Jonny Greenwood song live on the streets. He handed me the lyrics minutes before the performance, they were very wordy - if I'd tried I might have been able to write them down when I woke up. Just before we were about to play I suddenly realised my guitar was out of tune and I didn't know how to tune it, but was too embarrassed to admit it.

worst dream about music was me doing a Fringe Festival musical with friends, one I wrote (first clue that I was dreaming) on a special state of the art keyboard (second clue) that made today's synths sound like dookie. and then right as we were getting ready to load in, the keyboard got stolen and I went to lost and found and the lady there was like "are you sure you didn't just misplace it" and i'm like THIS THING WEIGHS LIKE 50 POUNDS WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I PUT IT and she was like "I'll tell you where you can put it" and walked away and i woke up

Last night I dreamt that Elton John and I were duetting Last Christmas, and he had some full-on harmonies.

and the very next day, he took them away

I once dreamt about a singing baby

It was barely a newborn but it sang very beautifully

then the KKK took her away

this thread title is always sung to me by Dan Hartman

I dreamt I was looking up a record on Wikipedia: All the Girls Love Alice, by a late 60s pop/folksinger apparently known just as Alice. The top part of the cover contains the title, black on white in a thick font, with the songs listed underneath. The bottom part of the cover is a photo taken of a crimson bed in a colourful room from an elevated position. Alice looks like Anna Karina in Pierrot le Fou and is sitting up against the headboard, singing. Sitting to her right is a blonde, bearded man with a classical guitar (Wiki says that "his reputation eventually recovered" from his playing on this album). There are also two female fans on the bed, one lying against Alice's legs and staring into the distance in a trance, the other sitting to Alice's left, by the edge of the bed and listening intently.
I then proceeded to dream about writing this description on ILM.

The R.E.M. talk on another thread reminded me of a dream I had last night. and had totally forgotten about!

It was the present day – R.E.M. is still together, and living in Austin, TX, where their HQ is based (note: I've never been to Austin). The dream's main character (not me) was a reporter for a tiny/local (school-based?) newspaper – Mike Mills had kindly agreed to do the kind of interview where the guy follows him around for a day, talks to him in various significant locations, etc. In the dream, the band still releases albums and tours every few years... Mills showed the reporter the studio, how he goes through the archives to compile collections of unreleased material, etc. At one point, the reporter was suggesting lyrics/melodies of his own, and Mills was kind of good-naturedly going along with it – singing one of them with gusto (like: "yeah, good hook!").

I often dream that I am playing in a band. I don't really play an instrument, other than the bass, and that not well. Nor do I know how to play in the dream--I'm just kind of faking it. I suspect this is a variation of the old "taking an exam for a class I never attended" anxiety dream.

I had a dream last night I was sitting in the dining room of my childhood house and my dad was cooking dinner for me, a friend of his, Stephen Malkmus, and Mark Ibold. I was playing Pavement on an old boom box of mine. My dad’s friend started complaining to me about the music in front of SM and Ibold and they seemed uncomfortable as I struggled to operate the boom box and play something else. All I could pull out was an Ella Fitzgerald album and Ibold said he had never listened to her.

I dreamed a track from SAWII was playing loudly on a mix in a pizzeria.

I had a dream last night that circa 2005 Dylan collaborated with a female writer of show tunes on all-new material for a musical. The first song was an eleven-part epic denominated with Roman numerals (XI). They performed this material live in it's entirety with a huge Budokan-size band with Neil Peart as the drummer and Alex Lifeson playing on a couple of tracks. I started playing this for my mom and sister who started off incredibly skeptical, but by the end, when the live audience started cheering and applauding louder and louder like a Bruce Springsteen stadium show, they were won over. I woke up disappointed that this doesn't exist, but laughing that it could.

Don't have any memory of the Alice dream described above, nor do I remember transcribing it here.

A few nights ago I dreamed a friend was telling me about a new rapper named This Charming Man. He was like, "his name is This Charming Man, unfortunately, but he's still ill."

ill as in a good rapper?

yeah

A song in my dream last night somehow combined Paul McCartney’s “Ballroom Dancing” and John Fogerty’s “Centerfield” (I think?). The only lyrics I remember are “Ball pitching ballparks”

I had a dream I was taking a multiple essay test in high school. I would start an answer, write only half an introductory paragraph, then start another answer, as time ticked painfully down.

I can't remember the questions, but one answer involved me slagging .38 Special in favor of Blue Oyster Cult. I have never intentionally listened to .38 Special in my life.

dream self had correct opinion

I think ums rides for an early .38 Special record. I should give it a listen some time.

I have owken up with a tune in my head that came from a dream but am too groggy to try to write it down

One of mine:

A mate had got the vacant position of bass in Oasis. (He looked a bit like Sean Hughes, I don't know this person irl). So, he'd arranged for me to meet backstage, name on the door, that sort of thing.

Anyway, I roll up, but the security/roadie bloke has no list and says no mate. Anyway, I'm stuck there, but just then the band roll by and I call "Simon!". "Ello mate!" he replies.

So, the roadie looks at Noel and asks "boss?". Noel's face doesn't change from mildly grump, but nods.

Then he turns and shouts "Oh yeah, and if YOU play again like you did last night, then YOU will be out and HE will be playing Bass, RIGHT?" (meaning me, obv)

Course, everybody laughs, etc.

So, I wake up and think to myself "and that's why I'd never want to be in Oasis, working for someone like that!"

Pretty realistic scenario, I thought anyway. Of course, thinking about it, that wasn't Noel, that was me!

such rage?!

I know...

The Rolling Stones played a surprise show, first in a shopping mall and then somehow at a small stage in a fairgrounds. The only member I saw with any detail was a very mid-70s-looking Bill Wyman in a powder-blue suit (surely inspired by an ILM post from a week or two ago). Somehow, despite the show starting in front of me, I kept finding myself at a distance from the stage, or behind obstacles, or walking towards the show from a distance. First song was a very dispirited "Jumping Jack Flash", second was a new Keith-sung country ballad, which left me thinking, "what a terrible setlist choice".
When I finally found myself standing parallel to the stage, my wife was the only person in front, walking at a diagonal away from the stage and ignoring the music. I thought "I know the new album wasn't a giant hit but I expected someone would watch them"; I felt bad for the Rolling Stones.

I dreamed I was a hugely talented and celebrated singer/guitarist, and onstage I performed a transcendent version of Radiohead’s “Fake Plastic Trees” in the style of Jeff Buckley.

(Then I Googled when I woke up; apparently a live Buckley performance was key to how the band recorded the song?)

I think I posted this elsewhere, but I dreamed I was in a record store and a beautiful song was playing that I eventually recognized as a Dolly Parton cover of Jackson Browne's "Before the Deluge." I still think of this from time to time and am sad that it doesn't exist.

kinda wanna hear the dream version of Fake Plastic Trees, ngl

It sounded pretty awesome! But then the dream shifted after a verse or so

a beautiful song was playing

One of my goals in the summer of 1987 was to find a vinyl copy of Trout Mask Replica, which I hadn't heard. One night I dreamt I was listening to it in my local library, but what I was hearing was a weird pastiche/distortion of "Lay Lady Lay".

I'm always amazed at how the dreaming mind can produce words on a page or sounds off a record spontaneously out of nothing.

...dreamt I was doing dental work on saul williams... but it was part of a recording session... I just had to kind of tap on his molars with this little gold implement...

No, thankfully my brain allows me the mercy of a nightly 5-8 hour break from thinking about music

I dreamt I was looking up a record on Wikipedia: All the Girls Love Alice, by a late 60s pop/folksinger apparently known just as Alice. The top part of the cover contains the title, black on white in a thick font, with the songs listed underneath. The bottom part of the cover is a photo taken of a crimson bed in a colourful room from an elevated position. Alice looks like Anna Karina in Pierrot le Fou and is sitting up against the headboard, singing. Sitting to her right is a blonde, bearded man with a classical guitar (Wiki says that "his reputation eventually recovered" from his playing on this album). There are also two female fans on the bed, one lying against Alice's legs and staring into the distance in a trance, the other sitting to Alice's left, by the edge of the bed and listening intently.
I then proceeded to dream about writing this description on ILM.

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Prob too late, but there is an Elton John song with this title..

Irl lolz at Slowsquatch's dream

irl lolz at the Alice dream

just dreamed that i was at a school sort of symposium, like someone was being elected or something, and actually i think i was running. but also i was doing coke in the bathroom, or trying to and the coke kept spilling out of my bag. then during a break from all the speeches, KRISTIN HERSH played a banger set, and Drew Barrymore decided to interview the lot of us afterward to get our thoughts on her. i was super nervous. the end. pretty sure i just dreamed this dream so i could post itt.