Lucid dreams. A lot of music I do write over time, but it's very common for me to dream of melodies. I would have these visions of what the songs were supposed to look or sound like, they came to me in the form of colors, places, people or words. Sometimes all of those things. The words always followed by a melody. I recall a dream where there was fire. I was in a small, very dark club, & there was this black guy in a black suit & fedora standing next to a small stage with purple lighting, I was approaching him & his lips were moving, he was speaking to me. But I don't remember everything he said. I can only recall he'd asked me if I wanted to perform, he offered me monetary payment in return, & I hesitantly said yeah. He gave me the stage & the music I played wasn't mine. At all. It was beautiful, but it wasn't mine. The words weren't mine, but they came out of my mouth, I knew the lyrics. Then people who were dressed provocatively entered the club & that's when it started to catch fire, everyone was dancing. It's like they didn't even notice or care what was happening. They were confined there. I saw the flames so I tried to leave the stage & yell to them that it was on fire, but I couldn't, I couldn't leave. I was forced to keep singing & watch odd colored people sway & contort about, my body wouldn't do anything else. That same guy was standing off to the side watching me the whole time, he knew we were burning, he looked as if he were the one in control, the one who'd caused chaos to occur, my flesh felt weird - like needles prickling the surface, barely piercing but it didn't hurt, then I woke up. I'd still remembered the chorus to the song, that was the only part I did remember & I made a song out of it. The song is still on my laptop, I recorded it. Multiple files lay around of music that I made that isn't from my brain. I showed my mom some of it before it was finished at the time there were no words put to the instrumentals yet. Most of the time, I can remember lyrics or melodies after waking up & I'd create the song. I have no knowledge of where the ideas come from, they just come to me. It's like a creative gift, or being under the influence of another person's subconscious. It's been happening for years.
