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You're gone, sleeping in the dust...

Dreamed that I was sitting in a booth in a cafe alongside Adele with this guy sitting across from me. His side had a pull out piano underneath the table, and Adele had just finished singing something. He said it was my turn, and whenever I would start singing, Adele would try to sing over me. I finally turned to her and said that I know that because of receiving such positive reinforcement from others for her ability, it's tempting to continue to sing, but it's good to let other people have a turn.

I then sang this:



A dark congregation of familiar faces gathered around the quiet earth
A red rose fell upon the soft snow, prayers were whispered so slow from our mouths

Our breath rose in the cold like a hundred souls escaping

Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this
You're gone, sleeping in the dust
We will not let time erase us

We are surrounded by all of the quiet sleepers inside the quiet earth
A fear that I cannot shape - you dared to kiss the face of the night

Our lips were cold as clay, we couldn't speak anyway

Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this
You're gone, sleeping in the dust
We will not let time erase us

Our breath rose in the cold like a hundred souls
We, we are alone, I know you're gone

Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this
You're gone, sleeping in the dust
We will not let time erase us

At the end of the song, I was listening to the messages on my phone, and heard an old message of my mother's where she laughed and jokingly berated me for being so late.

The shock of hearing my mother's voice so perfectly woke me up.

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bigstusexy
Aug. 2nd, 2012 12:46 pm (UTC)
Sorry it took me so long to get to this one. At least the song is upbeat? Hope I'm not making too light of the situation but its kind of catchy too.

IT took me a very long time to get over wanting to do things like go show my grandmother what I've done or call and talk to her. When my mother was being angry mom not to want to run to her.

Now that I think about it I can hardly remember her voice, all I can remember is her singing.
aubkabob
Aug. 10th, 2014 01:22 am (UTC)
This was the last post I had public, so it's always the one that I see when I pop over here. I always forget who the guy was sitting across the table from me and am always beyond shocked at the super randomness of who it is when I click the link.

I still occasionally have an urge to pick up the phone and call my mother or to go visit, but the urges are getting further and fewer in between.
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