Seems to have been buried of late, this thread.
Just had a powerful dream in which '1979' by the Smashing Pumpkins was very prominent - upon waking up, got told that I was rather amusingly singing it in my sleep! Well, in that sort of muffled, mewling, sleep-muttering sense... but it could defo be made out, and I was really getting into the
feel of it!!
Made me suddenly think of this thread, and also the incredibly potent emotional power of popular music on the deeper levels of the mind. Like how after a difficult time, say a bereavement for instance, a song that you'd normally very casually & impassively enjoy and then forget as the playlist shuffled to the next, suddenly can utterly obliterate you, have you in floods of irrepressible tears, and build you back up anew by the final bars.
The dream itself was a bit all over the place, and I can only really make out now the last bits of it; I was back at high school (that again!), but like in the present. I was well overage now, but I'd somehow made myself look dead young and tricked the school board into letting me in as a new pupil, but the kids knew I wasn't one of them.
I'm quite impressed with the classiness of my subconscious that what easily could have been a pretty dodgy blue scenario involving an elaborate ruse for getting stuck right into schoolgirls' knickers again, was actually treated with a wholesome John Hughes-esque sense of innocent funny curiosity and romance. The schoolkids were all cool with me being like twice their age, and none of them ratted me out, they all played along to keep me there as a pupil.
But oddly, and here comes the hilarious twist, when it came to P.E. and I was walking to the field in my Predators and flourescent yellow bib, I was regrettably informed by a friendly podgy blond lad at the back (among the last to be picked for one of the sides) that I wasn't allowed to play with the other schoolkids... I had to go and play with all the other grown men pretending to be high school pupils over there >>>