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DREAMERS
I am waiting in a room in a hotel in Westwood, California. I have a guitar, a pad of paper, and some smoke. I smoke, I play, and occasionally get something to put on the pad. I don’t really know what I’m doing. I don’t think anyone does until they’re doing it and they know it, or they’ve done it and they knew it. I am a would-be hippy. I don’t know if I succeeded but I tried. I think if I had succeeded I would have done something else that I’d be doing now. The dream sustained me.
And the dream began as a dream. I couldn’t find any lyric metaphors for the allegory of Alice Through the Looking Glass. Confusion was reigning supreme or at least at a more elevated level than it had been for a while. I have no idea of whatever simulated substance the dream was made but as I was returning to the room from it I was given the words, “Looking Glass, in Oregon, one night had a dream….Of soldiers slowly riding in a solemn, endless stream.” And that’s how it began.
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"Dreamers" began with Looking Glass. We'll add more of the story and some of the songs as the project evolves.
Above - Looking Glass : Smithsonian Institute
Left - "Dreamers" : McWhorter Collection
WA State University
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