Talking Sweet About Nothing

I knew it would happen someday. I knew that eventually, somehow, I would meet Bruce Springsteen. Well, it finally happened last night. Who cares that it was only in a dream? It sure felt real, and it affected me nonetheless.

Unfortunately, I don't remember quite as many details of the dream as I usually do (or at least ones that I'd share in this public forum). I'm not exactly sure where we were. I know we met outside and then went over to his house. We never talked about his songs, or music in general. We talked about life and girls. It was actually more like hanging out with a character from a Springsteen song than with the man himself...a character from The River or Born to Run. One of those idealized, romantic, rock and roll characters that's caught up in love or struggling to find his way.

It reminded me of that scene in High Fidelity (the film) when Rob is deciding to seek out the rest of his Big Top 5 List..."Just see 'em and talk to 'em. You know, like a Bruce Springsteen song." I love that he uses an imagined Bruce to justify his thoughts and his actions. "Good luck, Goodbye. Thanks, Boss."

Post Script
So my interpretation of this is that I've adopted Bruce as my conscience...my own Jiminy Cricket speaking to me what I already know to be true, but need to hear from another perspective.

Post Post Script
I talked to my mom, the psychologist, about this and she seems to think that it's not a conscience, it's my "higher self." Yeah, she said that. Her differentiation is that a conscience only talks to you as you as you're making choices or afterwards. Your higher self helps to raise awareness of things to come. It's a more forward-thinking facet of your mind. I kind of like the idea that Springsteen embodies my higher self.