I’ll be there for you…

Here is a song I sing often along with another called Stand by Me by Ben E King both big fav’s of mine and both punched with meaning that lasts a lifetime and feeling… guess this one is probably the most well known as it is linked to the series Friends…

Yes music is always flowing through my veins… another one for the commonly insane?

So no one told you life was gonna be this way *clap*clap*clap*clap*
Your job’s a joke, you’re broke, your love life’s D.O.A.

It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear
When it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month, or even your year

but..

I’ll be there for you
When the rain starts to pour
I’ll be there for you
Like I’ve been there before
I’ll be there for you
‘Cuz you’re there for me too…

You’re still in bed at ten and work began at eight
You’ve burned your breakfast so far… things are goin’ great

Your mother warned you there’d be days like these
Oh but she didn’t tell you when the world has brought
You down to your knees that…

I’ll be there for you
When the rain starts to pour
I’ll be there for you
Like I’ve been there before
I’ll be there for you
‘Cuz you’re there for me too…

No one could ever know me
No one could ever see me
Seems you’re the only one who knows
What it’s like to be me
Someone to face the day with
Make it through all the rest with
Someone I’ll always laugh with
Even at my worst I’m best with you, yeah

It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear
When it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month,
or even your year…

I’ll be there for you
When the rain starts to pour
I’ll be there for you
Like I’ve been there before
I’ll be there for you
‘Cuz you’re there for me too…

I’ll be there for you
I’ll be there for you
I’ll be there for you
‘Cuz you’re there for me too…

3.10am and the dream

3.10 in the morning and can’t sleep, well I woke up about an hour ago after having yet another nightmare. My dreams go through phases… ordinary and boring through to clear cut and fear or just plain disturbing. They all seem to have trains, planes or cars in them which is ironic because according to Jung that is symbolic of life’s journey… this said it scares me the fact the latest one was me involved in a train crash or maybe it isn’t, let me explain.

I am sitting on the train’s right hand side staring out of the window, it isn’t too packed and I have all four seats to myself which I am happy about because it means there are no smelly strange people near me. The country side is beautiful, green, lush even with little daisies flooding the fields. The next moment something small (just remember knowing it was small) gets in the way of the train and it crashes head first (naturally) into it - I can’t see what it is but the jolt throws me off my seat half landing on the one in front of me. I look out the window to see what happened and all the carriages in front of me are on their side, mine is the only one up right. The doors won’t open so I pull down the window and climb out, it now seems no one else was on the journey with me, just me, myself and I. I look around me and for miles and miles there is nothing but fields of daisies. I walk through them slowly picking the flowers and putting them in my hair only to trip over a post box that I hadn’t seen lying on the ground. I get up and there is blood flowing out of my big toe, I am bare foot. I slowly take my scarf and wrap it around the wound, there is no pain. I continue walking through the field following the sun up in the sky when I see a man sitting under a tree up ahead. I recognise the man and suddenly feel job fill my soul, it is my father (he passed away when I was four). I start running up to him and as I get closer he seems to get further and yet stays in the same position. I stop for breath and then I see him standing, he puts his hands around his mouth and shouts “Don’t be scared, its only a small crash, you can do this, just hang in there, don’t be afraid and never change who you are! I screamed back “come closer dad, come closer”. From there I could see a saddness in his eyes and he shouted back that he couldn’t and that he had to go now… that was when I woke up…

The interpretation at this point is clear cut … my journey has fallen off the rails because of one small hiccup - no matter how small the obstacle it will always just be that, an obstacle… there are lessons in everything and at the end of the day it is everything to do with how we react to them that makes the difference at the end of the day.

… an awake rambling soul that has fallen over to the left side of the fence…