More Cowbell!

The mind, both conscious and sub-conscious, never fails to amaze me. Last night I dreamt a poem composed of alliterative and rhyming action verbs which could serve as a movement activity and it felt so inspired. I ran (in the dream) to the computer to set it all down and at different points in the dream, realized I was dreaming and none of it was being recorded. I was worried I would lose it and sure enough, now in my waking hours, I don’t think I can resurrect it. Dang!

 

But the general gist went something like this:

 

Leaping, landing, sitting, standing.

Moping, mopping, skipping, stopping. 

Lending, spending, bouncing, bending. 

Shaking, waking, running, raking.

 

You get the idea. It seemed better in the dream. 

 

Then it moved to singing with preschoolers at some beach and then playing a cowbell part with a Middle School band on a weak wooden instrument with a thin mallet. The director kept asking for “More cowbell!” but the instrument just wasn’t right. 

 

Knowing how interesting (not!) other people’s dreams are, I’ll stop here. Just wanted to see about that poem. Now it’s time for “washing, dressing, meeting (Karen’s friend), eating (breakfast).” Enjoy your day!