Sep. 8th, 2016
dream albums, dream wardrobes
Sep. 8th, 2016 08:07 pmWakanomori was given a t-shirt when he was last in England. It came wrapped around this album cover:

I have not ever heard this album, but when I was a little kid, I know my parents had a Jethro Tull album. My parents had quite the record collection. I remember once being babysat, and the babysitter brought her boyfriend over, and they proceeded to go through the record collection. I was Discomfited.
When I got a little older, I used to like looking through the various Beatles albums: Sargent Pepper, Rubber Soul, Revolver, the White Album, even Magical Mystery Tour.** There always seemed to be ones I wasn't expecting--which led to a recurring dream that I was looking through the records and came across that one album that I was always forgetting about, that had all those cool songs, not the ones everyone knows, but those other ones. I would be so excited to find this album... but in the morning it always turned out not to exist.
I used to have, and sometimes still have, similar dreams about, of all things, clothes. When I was little and wore more dresses than I do now, I used to have dreams of looking in my closet and discovering that there were all these dresses in there that I didn't know I had. Beautiful ones! I was going to look beautiful! Alas, these dreams, too, were never true, and my closet always had only the same old clothes in it.
In this post I'm really living up to my LJ moniker, Asakiyume, shallow dreams. They were fun, though, those dreams, both sorts.
**Also, let's see: Abbey Road and Let It Be. And maybe one of the early ones--but maybe not: maybe that was one of the dream albums.
