Song of the Mornin’
Made in the USA by Demi Lovato
Possible Connections: Last night’s dream was one of those few pleasant dreams that I can remember. It was maybe a little weird in some places, but overall, very comforting and lovely. For one part I was driving a huge van…which, surprisingly, was not as scary as it is supposed to be. Also, there was quite the mix of storylines going on; I went from walking through a parade to get to the school parkinglot to driving the van with my friend sitting waaaay in the back to entering the general store with her to pick out a gift for her significant other. Then it was just my mom and my sister with me in the store. Then my mom tried to steal something because she didn’t want to pay for it or just felt like stealing…I don’t know. Anyway, I think the emotions of the dream were what made it so pleasant because I now realize the events of the dream weren’t all that special. Rather, I felt needed, loved, calm basically from the first scene to the last.
When I woke up, it was dark and I had conflicitng emotions over whether I should get up or not. It felt like I slept long enough, so it was probably around five o’clock (my normal waking up time), but I wasn’t particularly sure. Especially confusing was that, through the sides of my drawn shades, it looked pitch black outside. I expected it to be at least a little light. Within half a minute or so, I remembered my dream. The love, the endearing, the cutesy crap that made me feel so content and blissful. I think dreaming is probably the equivalent of smoking Marijuana to get high. Except dreaming is more natural and ordinary (no matter how much people talk about Marijuana being a natural drug…it’s still unnatural to smoke things). The thing is, my overly-blissful dreaming may have been good at the time, but now it is weird to me how my emotions are so uncontrollable in dreams. Oh well. A good dream here and there won’t hurt. I wonder if it has something to do with my day…Maybe my relaxing yoga last night helped. Blood flow to my brain or something.
Anyway, remembering my dream somehow brought to mind the lyrics to Made in the USA. When I woke up though, my brain was NOT ready to actually think more deeply about the song. I could not even pin point who sang it or how the voice sounded. It was VERY weird. Within five minutes, though, my brain warmed up enough that it suddenly popped into my head: DEMI LOVATO. duh. It’s weird how sometimes your brain cannot access information. Like, when I first wake up or when I am ready to sleep, it’s difficult to remember things. Also, after something shocking or overwhelming in any way. It must be that your brain is too preoccupied getting crap in order at the beginning of the day to do anything that YOU want it to. What a diva.
So, the first lyrics in my mind were:
Our love runs deep like a Chevy
If you fall I’ll fall with you baby
'Cause that's the way we like to do it
That’s the way we like
You run around, open doors like a gentleman.
And when I say it was those lyrics, I mean it was basically the sound of those lyrics. My brain kinda goes off of sound rather than solid words in the morning. So, when i went online to try to figure out the song (right before “Demi Lovato” surfaced to my brain), I could only pick out the words “like a gentleman” and what I thought was “up and down” but was really “Our love runs deep like a Chevy.” Don’t ask.
Then, right after hitting search, it hit me that the song was Made in the USA! I could not believe it was so difficult for me to remember in the morning. Then for the remainder of my morning, I had that darn chorus in my head:
No matter how far we go,
I want the whole world to know
I want you back, and I won’t have it any other way
No matter what the people say,
I know that we’ll never break
'Cause our love was made, made in the USA
Made in the USA, yeah