Hallelujah?

You know how when you are dreaming just before you wake up?  And the dream is SO significant, or insightful, or symbolic?  Almost a little too so?  Here is my story of this morning.  


:Start Dream State thinking:
All the activity associated with normal life are your standard notes of music and most people hear them as they are, the true sound of the note.  Some people are tone deaf and go through life completely out of sync and not knowing why things always seem to go wrong.  Somewhere in between are the people who, instead of hearing the true note, hear the harmony and these can range from hearing a third or fifth or an octave above, these are the lucky ones who are positive and motivated and uplifting.  Another type hears a full chord instead of just a single note.  Major chord being equated with a manic state, minor chord with a depressed one.  Now imagine that everyone's life wasn't like a book to read but a sheet of music to be played instead.  Now imagine a room full of people, everyone with a different instrument and playing their own sheet music.  At the same time.  Now, how in the world could we even stand to be there?  How soon before we'd run from the room with our ears ringing and eyes watering?  But also imagine how amazing it would be to find someone playing something that complemented yours.  
:End Dream State thinking:


I wake up thinking, ohmygosh, I'm BRILLIANT!  That is an amazing metaphor for life in general!  Where do these things come from?!?!  I'm a genius!  I also notice my alarm/radio is going off and I think, I better get up I've already hit the snooze button once.   Wait... hit the snooze button once...  Then I realize I have part of a song stuck in my head from when the alarm went off the first time.  The lyrics are rolling over and over and I can hear Jeff Buckley singing Hallelujah! perfectly in my head and it goes like this:


Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah 


Oh, I'm NOT brilliant.  I just incorporated the song on the radio into a light dream state.  Sigh.  Well, it was fun while it lasted.












If you hum a few bars, I can fake it.

As If One Isn't Enough

I'm not sure how many (IF any) people read this blog.  If I am to judge on the comments, there are two (Hi WomanToBlame, Hi Wendy!).  So in case you two, or anyone else who stumbles on this blog, NEED to read more junkandstuff, I just wanted to let you know......I've got another blog.  Yep, as if one isn't enough.  I'm trying my hand at a different kind of blog, it goes along with my etsy/ebay selling and is called Her Maj.  If you have any interest in vintage, antique, odd, old stuff come on over.  I do a lot of research on my item because I'm kind of a slave to that kind of thing.  I only use a portion of what I find out, and sometimes I learn cool stuff that I thought it would be nice to share...and it makes me feel like all that research didn't go to waste.  So, this blog will still be the same random rant and letterbox love and silly soliloquy  kitty box it has always been.  
Soooooooooo, that's about it.  Yeah, that's all I have to say right now....yup.  Uh, now what....   Sooooooooooooooooo, how was your Christmas?






Mine sucked, as usual.