The farmer falconer
Sunday January 15, 2006 – 8:44 am
I dreamed I was a farmer’s wife, and the farmer had a gorgeous pet falcon. He decided over the course of time that he was going to fly away with the falcon. I loved them both so much and I wanted them to stay. So I stood out in the field and waved my arms and threw out corn or something to attract the falcon and make it come over to me. It did, and eventually the farmer followed it over to me and I flung my arms around him, sobbing and begging him "please don’t leave me! I love you, you can’t go away!" Then as I was embracing him I realized that under the overalls, the farmer was made out of balloons. So he was already gone, he was no longer flesh and blood like me. :-(
Poster by Clinton Reno at GalaxyReno.com… it’s for a show I’m playing in Columbus.
January 15th, 2006 at 9:01 am
That is an interesting dream.
I had a dream that I was racing down to hell, which was a baseball feild. I was trying to get there and save this little boy before the devil got there to take his soul. Over fences and through trees, I made it down there. There was this Russian lady who had been dating the devil on earth, she said when they started dating he had consumed her. So I made her promise me that if we ever got out of this, we promised not to let boyfriends consume us anymore.
Then instantly like Scrooge waking up on christmas, the cd player turned on cause it was time to get up.
I realized it didn’t have anyting to do with the little boy at all.
Thought maybe that would help.
January 15th, 2006 at 11:39 am
My dream last night - first time I remembered one in months - had you and me and several of our friends at an airport Chilis-type restaurant - I was going on some kind of mundane business trip to Las Vegas for the weekend, and I’m not sure if you were all going along too for fun or if we were all just meeting up at the airport before I left - and it was the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport - but we were all having a meal and a good time and playing some kind of trivia game in which each person put a quarter in the middle, and whoever got the question right got the whole pot.
January 15th, 2006 at 9:19 pm
That’s some Twilight Zone of a dream: The farmer made of nothing but balloons filled with air. And that falcon of his. If that’s not a surrealist vision of loss and disillusion, it’s at least a dream of disappointment and longing. Either way, it ain’t no picnic, like the song says. Being a farmer’s wife is no easy life. Who would ever choose it, unless they loved farming, and/or loved that farmer intensely. (There’s a song by Billy Bragg, "The Short Answer" that has a good line about the farming life and his willingness to endure it , all for love, of course: "If she wanted to be a farmer’s wife/I’d endure that muddy life/And dig for vic-tor-ree" Of course, it sounded completely facetious coming from Billy Bragg in the context of the whole desperate rest of the song. The farm-bound hard life of a farmer’s wife and all that represents; and the freedom to soar off into the sky, like that falcon. You know what the dream’s trying to remind you. Maybe part of it is about the illusory nature of any of our comforting notions of home and security. Or maybe it’s just trying to tell you to play at the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival (Hillsdale, N.Y.) next July. It’s on a farm, but the farmer’s not made of balloons. Maybe not. It’s always worthwhile to try and figure out dreams, especially when they’re someone else’s
January 17th, 2006 at 1:04 pm
“The Farmer is Always Made Out of Balloons"
There’s your tour name!
January 18th, 2006 at 3:28 pm
Damn !! You got a hawk to come for CORN !! I thought it’s take a nice little rabbit or sparrow…….!!
January 18th, 2006 at 4:49 pm
I thought of that Pat, that’s why I said "or something". It was nebulous in the dream and I didn’t want to say it might’ve been a cute little baby RAT. ;-)