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cried to dream again
I had a bizarre dream last night--I won't bore you with most of it except to say that it featured Margaret Thatcher attempting a comeback as a Labour Party candidate and worrying that she wouldn't be accepted. WTF, brain?
Anyway, at one point in the dream I was on a bus and there was a song playing on the sound system. It was by Morrissey, singing a duet with another man, and it was the most beautiful song about lost love. When I woke up all I could remember of it was the phrase "myrrh in the wine," which Google tells me doesn't occur in any song but is probably a Biblical reference. (A Roman soldier offered Jesus wine mixed with myrrh, or in some versions gall, at the crucifixion; this is a story I knew in my childhood and encountered again when I read the bible--well, some of it--as a graduate student, so it must have been floating around my subconscious even though I didn't quite consciously recognize the reference.) Anyway, I'm awfully disappointed that this song doesn't exist, because in the dream it was wonderful and probably my favorite song ever.
Anyway, at one point in the dream I was on a bus and there was a song playing on the sound system. It was by Morrissey, singing a duet with another man, and it was the most beautiful song about lost love. When I woke up all I could remember of it was the phrase "myrrh in the wine," which Google tells me doesn't occur in any song but is probably a Biblical reference. (A Roman soldier offered Jesus wine mixed with myrrh, or in some versions gall, at the crucifixion; this is a story I knew in my childhood and encountered again when I read the bible--well, some of it--as a graduate student, so it must have been floating around my subconscious even though I didn't quite consciously recognize the reference.) Anyway, I'm awfully disappointed that this song doesn't exist, because in the dream it was wonderful and probably my favorite song ever.