Waking Finnegan

“We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our whole life is rounded with a sleep” ~ Shakespeare

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Sunday, May 21, 2006

Lemon Song Dream

A tilted cityscape of mixed-era autos along the strand---filmic black and white Wrigley's Spearmint youthful carefree barbeque enjoyment of halcyon summers. Beach Nuts!

News warnings interspersed with temple gongs marking the hour. Trying to count out the seconds along with the analog second hand to see if the radio's accurate: "...one thousand and one, one thousand and two"...tick...tick...tick. Look up to see I'm in Wrong City. I was heading to Pasadena I'm sure. Or was I heading to Sears in Santa Monica?

The Streamline Moderne architectural splendor of Macy's is right around the corner, but when I turn it there is no Macy's. "Wha...?..should to be right...should be there. No wait. Could I be on the wrong corner? Gotta back-track. In my mental rewind, I'm back in "real" dream time, driving where I think I was. "I parked my car after turning at 4th Street, here, then went up to level 2 there then went downstairs and turned right (?) towards the beach which is aha right where it should be. And so where the hell is Macy's?

Out among the jostling crowd I bump into P, wife of R. She's no longer the standoffish woman I'd been put off by long ago. Now a toothy, smiley, gum-snapping friendliness full-of-charm and wide-eyed little girl self-assurance. She's some sort of store guide telling me about the marvels of Bullock's Department Store and "Don't you just love all the departments stacked up high like this? On the 3rd floor you can get girlie stuff (nudge nudge, wink wink) and on the 5th there's more manly stuff like tools and jock straps (wink wink, nudge nudge)."

A humongous shopping cart the size of a single family home piled high with every sort of vestment known to humanity---jolly baby jumpers, designer jeans, bundles of corporate t-shirts, endless Fruit-of-the-Looms (very soft and very fine cotton) More quarries filled with formal duds like waistcoats, tuxedos and ball gowns stacked up willy-nilly among overalls and yet more packages of 3-for-one socks. At the corners of the cart are teetering stacks of baseball caps forming pagoda-like spires (with big-headed sizes at the bottom and tiny heads at the top). Beautifully designed Asian labels from Bombay, Hong Kong, Shanghai, Tokyo, Singapore and Seoul grace the labels. I'm in awe of how much stuff humanity dishes up to itself. Creating. Composting. Cannibalizing.

Later I'm inside of Frank Ghery's Santa Monica car park looking through the metal grid out onto the sparkling beach tableaux. Each grid section frames a perfectly composed "seascape", forming a pattern of astonishing theme and variation---miniature
masterpieces of shimmering spectral harmony.

I'm wondering where the hell I parked my car and what car it was---the Giulia?---the Blue Bug? A hot wind comes blasting through the mesh and I get shore sand in my eyes and am now getting swept back with all the cars towards another dream where a scratchy film loop of the Hindenburg is exploding again and again to the Lemon Song. I can see all the little people on fire running for their lives with that tragic zeppelin re-lighting itself like a trick birthday candle.


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11:31 AM  
Blogger Zataod said...

Finn -- You've reminded me that I do not have the Lemon Song on CD, and my turntable is dead.

5:26 PM  
Blogger Katherine said...

I like the view through the grid!

Isn't it always weird to be unable to find one's car in a dream?

7:05 PM  
Blogger floots said...

that final image is brilliant
and will stay with me
it sums up/represents all the confusion and chaos
which preceded it

i suppose (for me) it's saying
that shit happens
and will continue to happen
but what a wow of a way to show it


7:14 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...


Free Verification Word: NOTHNX


The Lemon Song went round my Harmon Kardon a billion times---till all the juice ran out.


I guess the grid acted as my own cell-divided version of Vermeer's camera obscura. Everything seemed to be so rooted through that steel mesh until the rush of wind slid everything, including me, off.

And losing things, including cars, has been an ongoing nightmare for me.


Thanks for the cheers, Floots. A black cat in this dream would have put everything in the right order.

Instead, shit happens ad infinitum, ad nauseum, add your own ideas here: _________________________.

9:52 PM  
Blogger boulies said...

Finney, Oh Wow, a new one! Love the picture. I'll be back to read later this evening. Yeah!

11:23 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Bring your shopping bag.

11:48 PM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

...Wrigley's Spearmint youthful carefree barbeque enjoyment of halcyon summers. Beach Nuts!
I laughed out loud at the joy of your cleverness. You move words around so quickly and effectively that they seem to hang from an abacus. Wonderful!

Even though I felt lost at times, I also became found just as quickly because of the familiar places like Pasadena, Santa Monica, Macy's, Sears, and Bullocks.

As I read through this maze of a dream, my attention stayed lit like a trick birthday candle, right until the very end.

What a mind you have my friend!

3:56 AM  
Anonymous cooper said...

A beautiful shaped shopping exhibition amid the ever threatening possibility of a nuclear holocaust; I'd tell you to never watch the news but your words flow into and over each other and what I perceive as horror is quite lovely.

5:21 AM  
Blogger transience said...

creating. composting, cannibalizing. alliteration sounds better dreaming than awake. missed you and your dreams and all the fringy cobwebby things at the head of your bed.

5:27 AM  
Blogger boulies said...

Finney, Well I see what you mean about the shopping bag. I'm salivating with all the possibilities. And your not being able to find Macy's is not far off. Robinsons' May (many of them) are closing for good. So one day Macy's will probably disappear as well. I absolutely love the scene where you're looking through the metal grid. The whole line, "Each grid section frames a perfectly composed seascape, forming a pattern of astonishing theme and variation---miniature masterpieces of shimmering spectral harmony." Absolutely briliant image you've created here. This is poetry, painting and music all one in motion. The end sounds like a lead into another whirlwind Finn dreamscape. That would be a scary one though.

Love your little cartoon image. Really cool!

Once again, this was another dream treat from our finnegan. Thank you!

6:20 AM  
Blogger rgmb said...

finnegan, "Oh, the humanity!"

More than anything I miss "A tilted cityscape of mixed-era autos along the strand---filmic black and white Wrigley's Spearmint youthful carefree barbeque enjoyment of halcyon summers. Beach Nuts!"

Automobiles seem to be a driving force in your dreams. :)

4:21 PM  
Blogger Maddy said...

lemon songs, sparkling beach
tableaux, seascapes and
of course winks and nudges...

sound like love.


5:52 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...


It is really gratifying when someone can decipher some of the weirdness inherent in these dreams. Some of my loopier English felonies spring forth when I'm
in the middle of audio-visual chaos and need a linguistic way out. I tend to get down in earnest and write whenever some ooky phrase stops me in my tracks; that
chewing gum reference was something I snatched nearly intact. Or at least I think that's the phrase I was thinking. It's an oddly slippery thing to bridge, this world
and that. What interests me most is when I really can't tell the difference. Probably mushroom and button flashbacks. Carlos Castaneda, where are you?

Maybe I should call this Don Finn: "The Whacky Way of Knowledge".


Well as it happens, I don't own a tv, so I'm never dibilitated by "the news"---I get disheartened enough with what I read in cyberspace. I do wonder if my dreams can
be picked up with a receiver like we do with broadcasts. I think about energy neither being created nor destroyed and wonder at the possibilities. Maybe one day we'll be
surfing for other dreams the way we do for everything else. I'd invest everything I had in a company that could deliver that.


Crashing, crushing and crimping the shattered shards of my auto-mechanical dreams is what I fancy Trans. The fringy cobwebby things are actually in the bed of my head.


Macy's no more? What is the world coming to anyway? (Actually I haven't shopped there in mule years"

The little gridded seascapes were truly beautiful and awe-inspiring; saturated with that certain late afternoon crepuscular light which California dishes up so shamelessly.
I often wonder if the Chumash and others weren't overwhelmed by all the beauty they were surrounded by. The Spanish who landed along the shores probably thought
they were hallucinating the Mediterranean.

I figured if I could dream for a millenia or more that one day something truly visionary would occur. Sort of like the monkey at a keyboard eventually coming up with a real word.


Yo no tengo automobiles and televisions. That's why I think it peculiar that I should find myself affected so much by programs and vehicles. But they are dreams, so the physical and mental pollution
is benign. Isn't it?


Like love, does it? Do you think so? I wasn't pointing that way consciously, but I'm always open to suggestions, wink wink, nudge nudge.

10:30 PM  
Blogger rgmb said...


that's amazing. i've never known anyone without a tv or car, not that we really know each other that is :) I envy you to have the freedom not to be chained by these "luxuries". They are malignantly toxic, but your dreams are only benign thankfully! And what wonderful dreams they are.

1:23 AM  
Blogger karma said...

i love shopping! but you're better at it :))

4:13 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...


Well, I'm no saint for it, that's for sure. I'm lucky enough to live in a place where I don't need one.
Zurich is about as good as it gets for public transportation and biking and walking. I've never had
to hunt for a parking place. Being from L.A. I knoweth cars, absolutely.

TV is a time-waster and keeps me from reading. I got rid of the one I had because it just got in the way
of me doing more constructive things. I'll have to go to the local pub or friends' if I want to watch something.

7:59 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Oops, I just saw your comment sneak in while I was answering RGMB.

I'm a one-stop hopping flopping dropping shopper.

8:01 AM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

I like this a lot Finn. The opening two paragraphs are dense with variety and only slowly resolve into the parking/shopping theme. Details are cinematic as ever, sometimes overtly. Not for you the lame reverie nor the idle daydream - no, as always you daub your dream right up there on the giant silver screen in widescreen panavison and glorious technicolour. Many dream but few have the mastery of language to convey. I sense some renewal, regeneration and more jointed scenes and perhaps I can imagine why.

1:29 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...


Glad you liked it, P.V.

I sometimes feel like the acute clustering of detail of many of my dreams begs to be opened onto wide "cinematic" spaces---sort of like Boulie's gauze-wrapped girl in Limbo Light coiling up inside herself and threatening a terrible release.

Yes you are dead-on perceptive as always, P.V. I'm regenerating alright. But whether that directly corresponds to my dream jointedness, I'm not so sure. Some of my wildest and hairiest dreams have come when I thought my life was "in order". Some of my most clear-headed and even "logical" dreams came at times when I lived inside a tornado. Go figure.

I'm curious if you've ever seen "Eraserhead" by David Lynch. One of the most unique and strange films/nightmares I've ever seen.

7:44 PM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

Oh yes Finn, Eraserhead spooked me big time some years ago, freakishly scary in a psychological kind of way. Thanks for reminding me I need to revisit that. Yet again Lynch knocks and enters when we are discussing film nightmares.

Calm mind equals tempestuous dreams, most odd. Tornado haha, My 20 years submerged in a vat of mind-numbing waves was largely dreamless but those which surfaced were hideous. Remember my grim one from a few months back? Well I had another highly disturbing one - short but devastating. A guy fell from painting an indoor ceiling about 50feet up. No scream just a slow swallow dive and a sickening thud/crack. Thought I'd share worldwide :)

10:03 PM  
Blogger Maddy said...

i love your new profile pix.

12:05 AM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

The scariest part of this dream is that humongous shopping cart. Insatiable greed made manifest.

6:57 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

squeeze my lemon baby till the juice runs down my leg.

3:51 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...


Not that one equals the other either way, but that anything is possible at any time. Sort of like how a film or story will lure you into a certain emotional submission (with touchy-feely woodwinds and strings) only to set you up for a hearty infarction.

Yes, I do remember your nightmare. But your silent would-be Michaelangelo-de-Whitewash-Olympic-swan-moshpit-diving guy dived from his scaffolding in order for us to (yet again) sychronise our stories. I just finished reading "The Pianist" by Wladyslaw Szpilman. In one of the scenes (this is real now) he witnesses a man being thrown by Nazis off his balcony and landing 5 floor below on the pavement with a sickening splat. Ugh.


Compliments should go to my son Ty who made the little avatar. His work is linked on this site (the two banners at the top of my little tower of chicklets) with his blog and his Flash website. He'd be very happy to hear any comments you might want to share, either about his blog posts or the Flash site his blog is linked to.


Do you want to read about something even scarier? The ne minus ultra of shopping bastions is "going eco".


No thanks, Jesus. I'll pass this time. You'd have a lot more luck with this.

5:24 PM  
Blogger boulies said...

Finney, I didn't realize Ty made your little picture. I assumed you. Wow, it's really great!

1:53 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Isn't it? He put it together in a matter of minutes. Has a touch of Tin-Tin.

9:15 AM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

That pavement slap is sickening, too right Finn. All the while he was climbing the scafold to the top I was saying to myself, "he's gonna fall, he's gonna fall..." And he did.

Yes I noticed Ty's excellent Tin Tin picture of you. More hair on chin than head - frighteningly lifelike! Is it my imagination or does your background comet now resemble a stretched Stratocaster?

9:43 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...


Stratocaster. Wow, of course. Finn Hendrix.

Ty is a southpaw, so the comet-caster
fusion might have been channeled.

It's not a stretch.

7:53 AM  
Blogger Minka said...

Your car is right behind teh drug store is Pasedena. I saw you out cold behind the steering wheel in passing!

7:47 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Fancy a gal from Iceland locating my dream car in Pasadena; noticing me passed out cold. Small world.

8:43 PM  
Blogger Shubhodeep said...

your words and images are as fresh as an unopened Wrigley's and whatnot. You gotta open the wrapper though.

(sorry for the infrequent visits.)

11:24 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...


You might even say that "You gotta open the rapper".

And I'm just as guilty about not commenting as often as I should.

2:44 PM  
Blogger sirbarrett said...

That's silly and chaotic. You have to find out which city you're in before you can be accurate about the time! I probably would have gone to the 5th floor of Bullocks and tried on the jock straps and white Clockwork Orange uniforms. I seem to recall you having a problem with sand blowing in your eyes from another dream. It must hurt like hell.

3:12 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...


Sure is silly standing in the wrong sitty with orange clocks and sandy jocks blowing in my eyes, Sir. Hell yes it hurts.

9:31 AM  
Blogger luz de la luna said...

I just wonder if you ran out and went shopping after this dream lol

- Martin

11:59 AM  
Blogger MAHARAJADHIRAJ said...

Where the hell IS Macy's? And why is everybody looking for it? Is it the fact that it promises everything that money can buy? Funny that ur dream car is parked... somewhere... u can't find... are u looking for a means to get away but can't find it?

9:03 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...


Wow. Haven't seen you in many moons. Where you been hiding?

I didn't go out shopping, but I did get lost.


That is a good interpretation of my parking lot follies. I have no clue why I was looking for Macy's or any other department store. I hate shopping in them.

I habitually lose my keys, car, and other possessions in my dreams, so it could be that I'm always looking to get away. The idea of being free is a universal human theme one way or another.
But being free to do what? To go where? We all seem to be wondering about the place beyond. Are we headed to a big shopping mall in the sky? I hope not.

9:15 PM  
Blogger MAHARAJADHIRAJ said...

Being free to fly, I wud think. To go where 'no man has gone before' meaning a somewhere-out-there space not affected by the tyrannies of causation, time and gravity. I think that's why the SKY symbolised (and continues to symbolise) freedom and escape. A shopping mall, perhaps, but of varying otherworldly, un-mundane experiences. Dreams also provide that, don't they? I think ultimately we're seeking the freedom to NOT DO anything.

10:01 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...


Your insightful curiosity (does that sound oxymoronic?) and mad-happy joy-in-being-alive really shines through in the way you write. I like your take on things. I hope you stick around and prod these posts with more of the same. You and others here really float my blog boat. Oooh, I didn't really say that, did I? Please ignore.

7:59 AM  
Blogger Daniel, the Guy in the Desert said...

very rejoycean.

7:17 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

I like this one the best ever, the last paragraph is poetic, and the human waste machene is something I have nightmares about too

8:21 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...


He's buried down the street from me in the Fluntern Cemetery---it's his ghost who's re-joycing. Thanks for the visit.


You are very kind. Cheers, as you Brits say.

The greedy maw is growing ever larger as the supply of consumables shrinks. The point of no return is just around the bend.

9:13 PM  
Blogger luz de la luna said...

Finn said - "Wow. Haven't seen you in many moons. Where you been hiding?"

Ah, well, I just like to be enigmatic and vanish from time to time. Just don't tell anybody ;-)

- Martin :-)

4:58 PM  
Blogger Zataod said...

No cars, no TV -- Excellent!

I once was carless, and it was a good state to be in. At the time, I had a 5 minute walk to work.

6:08 PM  
Blogger Pincushion said...

Now that surely was a crazy drive, but wasn't the cart big enough for you to sit in? That way you'd have an escape route! Sometimes it can get scary to get stuck in dreams!

8:03 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...


I promise not to spread any rumors either.


I've been living without a car for the last 7 years, and I can't tell you how
unencumbered I feel as a result. The only machines I own are my bicycle, computer
video and still cameras and a nuclear powered tank for clearing obstructions.

2:47 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...


Remind me to bring my tank next time.

2:48 PM  
Blogger Sara said...

I always feel like I've experienced a great circus war after I've read your dreams. A shopping dream--I cringe at shopping; this one might have done me in. "Or was I heading to Sears in Santa Monica?" I'm going to use this when I lose my train of thought from now on, or just in conversation I'm not enjoying.

3:13 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...


I am glad to be your ring leader, whether it's to throw uncomfortable conversation elsewhere or else get your mind back on track.

10:19 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

Captivating and luscious writing. I always feel nostalgic after peaking into your mind as I recall when my husband and I would have the time for me to entertain him with my "dream stories", as he fondly called them. I'm much more interested in your dreams than mine!BTW, I like the purple shirt on your new icon and the different shape to your glasses' lens since your dreams are, indeed, asymmetrical.
I must be totallly out of the loop or in "duhsville." The only lemon song I can think of is "Lemon Tree" but it doesn't seem like your referring to that song?

10:21 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...


The purple shirt as well as the icon was made by my son who goes by the blogname: SKELETY.

His main Flash website is SKELETOWER.

If anyone can sing you the Lemon Song, it would be Cocaine Jesus.

6:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's me (from you know where). You are such a terrific writer! What are you doing tonight? Will you let me climb into your dreams? X0X

7:43 PM  
Blogger _Soulless_ said...

Imagining the "humongous shopping cart the size of a single family home" and its contents is quite an eyeful for my reeling mind. Heh. ^_^ (Absolutely loved the image of the "pagoda-like spires" formed by caps of various sizes.)

Been reading the comments and replies above. Your son does have a mighty talented drawing hand. Compliments to the young artist. (I wonder if it's a 'gene' thing. Hee. Most probably, eh?) ^_^

5:19 PM  
Blogger RuKsaK said...

Looks like you've been just mariginally busier than me.

Anyway, that was a cacophonous dream - you took out an eardrum with this one. I suppose that renders it a nightmare.

The above basically means 'well done' - there's not much writing which read in silence perforates an internal organ - your's does.

2:39 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

SOULESS There you are. I was wondering when you'd show yourself. Been missing your deft commentary here.

A "gene" thing it may or may not be. He's pretty darned ambitious compared to me. Also a heck of a lot more talented.


Hehe. Missed you and your SaKloAd of comment-smithing. Like you, I've been extra busy working on other things that I'd promised
myself to do. One is my website (which you know is a shitload of work) as well as backlog reading, other sorts of writing, photography, video and QTVRs.
And then there's my day job. Other than that life's been terribly boring. Maybe I should try ear-perforating for amusement.

8:53 PM  
Blogger Extempore said...

Do you know, I have this recurring nightmare of being stuck in a mall, being forced to shop for all kinds of junk, with some people I dislike intensely? The shopping seems to go on and on and on - something I loathe more than being with these people.

In contrast to the chaos of this dream, my nightmare is the most organized, boring routine imaginable. *brr*...scary!

Loved this specially:

Each grid section frames a perfectly composed "seascape", forming a pattern of astonishing theme and variation---miniature masterpieces of shimmering spectral harmony.

2:08 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Shopping in a mall has got to be one of the singularly worse tortures ever devised. It falls just short of nail-yanking and the infamous water torture.
The limited number of times I was caught dead in one were bad enough to fuel my nightmares for (at least) decades.

Your nightmare sounds clinical and terrifying for its numbing boredom. Having to shop in them with people you loathe is enough to make one bad;
making you wanna cruise the streets with an axe and other very bad things. Ok, I exaggerate...or do I?

Good to see your face again.

5:49 PM  
Blogger sophie said...

i re-invented myself as
this gal - but it's still me,

6:07 AM  

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