I frequently have dreams that feature Bono, the lead singer of U2. But it’s not what you think, you dirty-minded fools. Usually we’re on a basketball court, and Bono is shooting hoops. I just stand there (I’m useless at basketball). Bono does the talking, and I know he’s imparting important information. Unfortunately, when I wake up I usually can’t remember a thing he’s said. Sigh.
Sometimes the god Hermes is there, too. Just to emphasize the communication aspect, I suppose.
But I haven’t had a Bono dream in a while, and then last night I dreamt about being at a concert and waiting for U2 but never got to the point where I actually saw them. I’m thinking there may be too much going on in my life at the moment, externally, and now I can’t hear myself think any more. I’ll admit to having felt confused lately, though what about exactly I’m not sure. Overwhelmed, yes, with the move . . . And I have a lot of projects going . . .
Bono, I need you! Come talk some sense to me and make things clear! Bring Hermes along if he’s available . . .