To: Crocodile who wrote (43118 ) 12/6/1999 7:13:00 PM From: Rambi Read Replies (4) | Respond to of 71178
Hi Croc, Some old friends were in town Saturday night and we met them for dinner (at The Mansion-a ***** restaurant and hotel-- what a treat!!!) They are in the entertainment business and are always saying things like "I was at Melissa Manchester's house the other day" or Dolly called me at 5 am- she always is up so early". To which I say things like, "Oh, my hairdresser wears the same bra size as Dolly" or "The mechanic at Auto Parts looks just like RIcky Van Shelton" to keep up my end of the conversation. Anyway, we were talking about writing-- she is a songwriter, and has co-authored a book with Ricky Van Shelton's wife- and how many rejection letters to expect and how it feels... and how you have to keep believing in yourself and your dreams. Then she said she wanted to tell me astory that she thought I needed to hear. She told us she had been through a very bad time recently, felt her career was dead, (she's mainly a songwriter) and was going through a tough period in her personal life too, healthwise. She said she was rock bottom, depressed and despairing. And a woman who is a famous poet and her friend came by one day and told her to get in the car and drive. She directed her to an old cemetery, where they got out and wandered around the gravestones, reading the names of these people long dead. William Anderson, Rebecca Smith.... and the poet said to her, We're all here for a purpose, Andy. William there, he might have been a dreamer, born on a Dreaming Day. ANd Rebecca, maybe she was a Doer, born on a Doing Day. ANd Joe there, a Builder. Now you, Andy, You were born on a Dreaming Day, and without their dreams and the nurturing of those dreams, Dreamers just die. The trouble is you've been surrounding yourself with the wrong people-- not bad people, just the wrong ones for a Dreamer. You need other Dreamers around you to be your best, to dream your best, and to make those Dreams come true. And I thought suddenly of DAR-- where we were all born on Dreaming Days. And the recent events, where people who aren't BAD people at all, but were born on different days, made us feel so awful in some way. You all are my Dreaming Day friends. Without you, I don't write as well, I don't feel as grounded, and I'm not sure that my Dreams are as alive. If this sounds just too corny, or silly to some, they may just not understand, being born on one of those other days!-- but I believe Alex, and Gaugs, and jp, and Thomas, and everyone else who has responded here, will understand immediately about being a Dreamer. Later this woman asked my friend to collaborate with her on a new musical, which they are currently writing. She said she had been looking for the right Dreamer to partner with. I probably don't do the story justice. Andy is a wonderful story teller. But it really spoke to me.