Baby dreams

A friend of mine recently posed the
question
"After
winning a karaoke contest, you’re awarded the grand prize from a local
radio station: you get to perform ONE song alongside your favorite group! Who
do you sing with and what song?" I answered Enid, by Barenaked
Ladies. I’m changing my answer. I’d still go with the same band, but I’d sing
their song When You Dream:

With life just begun, my sleeping new son
has eyes that roll back in his head
They flutter and dart, he slows down his heart
and pictures a world past his bed
It’s hard to believe
As I watch you breathe
Your mind drifts and weaves

When you dream,
what do you dream about?
When you dream,
what do you dream about?
Do you dream about
music or mathematics
or planets too far for the eye?
Do you dream about
Jesus or quantum mechanics
or angels who sing lullabies?

His fontanelle pulses with lives that he’s lived
With memories he’ll learn to ignore
And when it is closed, he already knows
he’s forgotten all he knew before
But when sleep sets in
history begins
But the future will win

When you dream,
what do you dream about?
When you dream,
what do you dream about?
Are they colour or black and white,
Yiddish or English
or languages not yet conceived?
Are they silent or boisterous?
Do you hear noises just
loud enough to be perceived?
Do you hear Del Shannon’s "Runaway" playing
on transistor radio waves?
With so little experience,
your mind not yet cognizant
Are you wise beyond your few days?
When you dream,
what do you dream about?
When you dream,

It’s so weird. He obviously dreams. His limbs and head move too deliberately
to be random muscle movements. It’s also odd to realize he moved exactly the
same way when he was in the womb. I just wonder what he thinks, and what he
dreams.

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