Francois Gouldreault

I like that dreams don’t give us answers.  They’re like good art that way.

I remember my dreams so rarely that when I DO, I rush to write them down.  I really do love dreams.  They fascinate me.  Last night I had a dream that showed me something about the trajectory of my life.  Somewhat tragic, confusing and hilarious.  Allow me to share …

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In this dream, I was part of a gigantic tour.  I wasn’t in Hello Kelly, but some other random opening band that nobody cared about.  (Maybe it WAS Hello Kelly … Sigh.)

Anyway … So one morning, I ran into Miley Cyrus (?!), flirted like a champ, and managed to really hit it off with her.  So much so that she asked me – on the spot – to be her boyfriend/tour manager.  A strange job title indeed but I figured: “It will help my career AND she’s a smokeshow!”  So I accepted.

Before too long, I started realizing Miley’s dad was super over-bearing, her schedule didn’t allow for any of the “boyfriend” stuff, and she was too immature to have a meaningful conversation with.  (Go figure.)  But I endured – thinking that eventually we’d get a nice moment together – plus, I  figured it would be good for my career.

At least until I met Jessica Biel and fell in love with her too.  (This dream was the best.)  We started hanging out behind Miley’s back – enjoying a REAL love: Telling each other that once this tour is over, we’ll run away, settle down and be happy.  (What the heck!?)  But in the mean time, I had to keep living this double life … Unhappy with Miley, happy with Jessica … and keeping the two worlds from colliding.

Which would have been much easier if Jessica didn’t work for Miley.  Eventually, Jessica asked me to make a choice.  ”Your career … or me!?”  I avoided the question, convinced I could keep up the charade and have both.

I lost everything.  The last “scene” had me chasing Miley’s assistant around an airport … trying desperately to regain some dignity … but failing by shouting again and again: “Just give me her number!  I need to call her to get my job back!”

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I think this represents my “do or die” situation with Hello Kelly right now.  My sub conscious is telling me that my motivations are split.  On one hand, I want to chase a life of musical success and notoriety, even though I know that the whole thing is tragically fleeting.  On the other hand, I want to settle into a life that’s solid, reliable and comfortable so I can develop relationships, be part of a community and pursue other dreams in my head.  (How my brain equated “stability” with “Jessica Biel”, I’ll never know.)

I like that dreams don’t give us answers.  They’re like good art that way.

I also like that this particular dream chose to show me something by using Miley Cyrus and Jessica Biel.  The only place I could ever imagine dating Jessica Biel or Miley Cyrus is “in my dreams” so … I’m glad my sub conscious finally pulled it off.

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As I struggle with these mixed motivations and confusing thoughts about my musical future, the only thing that makes sense to me is to keep pursuing the more insane option of the two … just in case something awesome DOES happen.   If I don’t give it everything I have, then I might live with regrets later on.  So … Band practice, it is!

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What have you dreamt lately?

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francy