Morning of April 11, 1979. Wednesday.
I consider this dream (sparsely recurring) precognitive, because it came some time before I actually was highly annoyed (even physically agitated and distressed) by car stereos playing the “new” overly loud thumping sound of newer dance music.
Throughout this dream, there are scenes of being in a car with the “mystery girl” (my yet-to-be wife before we made real-life contact). Sometimes it appears as if I am hovering over the car and looking down at myself and her. There is a sense of melancholy that seems to be caused by a very large silver ball (big enough for a person to fit inside) that is bouncing about the neighborhood, creating an oppressive artificial heartbeat sound. I actually sense in-dream that this is to be some futuristic condition of society (which I was precisely correct in perceiving in a precognitive sense relative to overwhelmingly aggravating car stereos playing primarily redundant thumping dance “music”). It seems we are trying to escape the oppressive sound by driving around various streets, but the sound is so loud, it seems to continuously follow us. There is a sense of sadness at not being able to somehow regulate the offensive noise of someone else fairly far away. It seems very unnatural and causes me to lose respect for society and authority. (This possibly is linked to the giant bubble on the original “The Prisoner” television series.)
At one point, it is a different scene. I am walking about on the streets of La Crosse, and the sound is less distinct, yet I sense a giant is approaching, possibly a statue from the park that has come to life. This giant’s footsteps can be heard all the time, no matter what part of the city one is in.
Even though I have enjoyed many forms of music in real life (and even make my own music as my father did, and have for many years), the “four-to-the-floor” sound found in techno (depending on its dynamics) is something I cannot physically and emotionally bear and I do not know how other people can, even at a low volume. For the most part, depending on the dynamics, it creates impressions of a dinosaur’s heartbeat, a low-flying pterodactyl, or crazed people hopping about on pogo sticks in a metallic room. It is not solely a question of dislike, but of mentally not being able to handle it, yet many people actually seem to enjoy it, which is a personal puzzle.
