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Dream Journal 2018-07-15: Secret Cultural Powers Activate During A Field Trip

I went on a field trip with a bunch of other people my age to a distant country in Asia known as Watan. It was unclear if we were because of school or work or something else, but I was looking forward to this trip. Watan was a mountainous region with gray skies on the day we arrived. Our group hiked through a rocky valley for an hour or two until we came upon a pavilion.

During the hike, though, I realized that I could throatsing in the major styles of Tuva and Mongolia. Throatsinging, in case you are not familiar, is the art of singing multiple notes at once. I can’t throatsing in real life (at least not without hurting myself), but the beauty of the mountainous landscape compelled me to try to sing anyway.

A low gravelly sound came out of my mouth, and it felt more natural and relaxed that it ever had before. My throat didn’t rasp or seize up, and I realized I was singing in the Dag Kargyraa style!

“Check it out!” I shouted at one of my friends who could appreciate what just happened. “I’m singing kargyraa!”

“Cool,” my friend said. “But can you do Sygyt?”

Sygyt is a style of throatsinging with a much more pronounced whistling overtone to it. I’ve never been able to do it in real life, but buoyed by my earlier success, I tried anyway. The desired sounds came out without issue, which made me more excited than I’ve been in a long time. So I also tried to sing in the Khoomei style, which is sort of in-between the other two. That went off without a problem, too.

I grabbed my throat and felt around to gauge the position my singing parts were in so I could reproduce this musical ability when I got back home. But once everyone got to the pavilion, our group was asked to sit down on the ground and write a short story for the next half hour or so.

Everyone took turns reading their stories at the end of the time, but I hadn’t managed to finish my story. I told everyone that I only had an incomplete story, but I offered to read an original poem that I had memorized. The group agreed to hear my poem, which happened to be about the beauty of Watan.

But I didn’t just read that poem. I still had my secret dreamtime throatsinging powers activated. So you better believe I sang that poem. It was good, and everyone applauded.

I’d like to say the dream ended here, but unfortunately it shifted to me following some random dude in a sports car to a convenience store to buy a candy bar. We waited in line and flipped through the tabloids until I woke up.

But we’ll just pretend that list bit didn’t happen.