ABSTRACT: In the spring of 2010, right after the BP
disaster happened in the Gulf, I had a dream. In the dream, I “dreamed
up” a song; it's the second time I composed a song in a dream. I can’t
explain that, but the dream ended up inspiring me to write a story I call
“Sometime,” the same name I gave the song. “Sometime” is included in a
collection of short stories available on Amazon in eBook format and on
CreateSpace in paperback.
The dream came to me
during the big oil spill in the Gulf. It
hadn’t been capped off yet and it was spilling millions of gallons of oil into
the sea. Some tar balls of oil had been
found in many places along the coast where it had washed up on the beach. We all knew the oil was coming and we feared
the worse. In my dream, Robby maintained his usual positive attitude, however it started to get to him and he
began to feel really bothered by it. He
went out and sat on the beach to be alone and think. There was a tropical storm brewing out in the
Caribbean and it was a little breezy. He
sat in the sand, up and a little back from the water’s edge, admiring the
beauty of the ocean and listening to the breaking waves. He was sadly thinking
about how he might never see it in this way again, when mysteriously, a woman
walked into his view along the water’s edge.
Of course, she was beautiful; she wore a short white cotton dress; the
breeze was flapping it gently against her small frame; her hair was dark and
long and flowing, caressing her face.
She turned towards him and went to him because she knew of his
sadness. Robby, who was caught up in
her beauty and mystic, rose as she neared him, letting her take his hand and
lead him to the water’s edge. There,
they both stood, barefoot, facing the ocean.
She began to tell him that the oil mess would pass, that Mother Nature
would win in the end. She told him that
he was a great man, doing great things and she wanted him to know everything
would be alright. Nature would have a
way of working things out - sometime.
Species come and species go; humans are but just another species. She held his head at her breast, comforting
him. He felt a strong driving connection
with her; they became intimate, passionately undressing each other and falling
to the sand, and they made love on the beach while the waves washed over and over
them. They lay together, spent, until
the first light of day, when people started appearing further down the beach
where the hotels were and it was more populated. Robby and the woman got up and dressed, and
as a small group of people gravitated closer, they recognized Robby. He looked in their direction and politely
smiled but when he looked back the woman was gone. By now he knew his purpose and he felt
peaceful and right about everything.
Later that afternoon, he sat in his hotel room with his guitar and wrote
a song about it.
The rest
is not hard to guess. Yes, I “thought
up” another song in my dream! I could
hear every instrument and every harmony, melody or whatever they are called; I
could hear it all at the same time all at once - I kid you not. It was downright freaky. I woke up and I wrote this one down as fast
as I could and though I can still hear the tune, I do not know how to get it
out of my head and on to paper and as far as me trying to sing it would be
pathetic because, well, let's face it, I have no talent. Especially for that. Anyway here are the words to this song, for
those who are still with me. One might
ask who was the woman in the dream? She
was me (but - the dream me, like the one who is absolutely gorgeous), but she was
also Mother Nature and she was also the ocean.
A bazaar dream, and now, for the song:
Sometime
by
Robby Mansfield (a.k.a. The Dream Guy)
©
2010 by Karen Betty Roberts
(1)
I don’t know where she came from; I don’t know where she
went.
I had so little time with her, but it was time that was
well spent.
She took me by the hand and we went to the waters edge
She held me there so closely, her arms were cradling my
head.
We both kissed there so willing as we dropped down from
our feet
The ocean, it made love with us while we rolled around
the beach.
chorus
I just want to see her
I just want
to see her
I just
want to see her again ___ I wanna see her again sometime.
(2)
Now the ocean’s churning oil and it washes from the deep
It’s all so black and ugly, I think of her and weep
Yeah, sometimes you feel so bad and sometimes it all
seems dark.
But then she came along, and she touched me with her
spark.
And as I laid there with her, there came the light of day
I don’t even know her name but I love her anyway.
chorus
(3)
But the lady’ll be around again touching with her soul
Then nature on this Earth will have a brand new goal
It’ll be a long time comin’ an’ we won’t see it from
where we are
Long after we’re gone and lookin’ down from the stars
I don’t know where she came from; I don’t know where she
went:
Our time is so short here we better make it time well
spent.
chorus
fade out
¯ ¯ ¯
* Author’s note: Robby
Mansfield is a fictional character I made up and he appears off and on in my
stories, and occasionally my stories are about him. He is a rock star, a really, really sexy one;
the kind that would make anyone want to be a groupie. Don’t judge me, you have your fantasies –
I’ll have mine. Ahem, anyway, he is only
a figment of my overactive imagination and I write about his rock star life
based on what I know about being a big star, which is, basically, nothing. However, I do know a little bit about guitar
pickers, and following bands, and being behind the scenes. I know what it feels like to be the girl with
the lead singer, the girl all the other girls want to be (and I can spot you
ladies from clear across the dance floor).
So, yes, my Robby character is based on my real Rob with a little imagination
thrown in. Incidentally, if you ever
read my stories and you happen to be a big rock star and you feel I may have
some wrong facts about the ‘business’ or what it’s like to be famous, I
apologize. Please let me know when we
can get together and you can set me straight; I’ll buy lunch.
- Karen
