Bluer Than Blue?

My dreams are fucked, literally. In the past week, I’ve been in a plane crash, had a threesome with two Italian women, and most recently, attended a Michael Johnson concert. The plane crash dream is recurring; I’ve had it at least 100 times, though this one was slightly better due to the fact that I ended up making out with a random girl as the plane went down, too pysched that my tongue was in a woman’s mouth to worry about dying. The threesome goes without saying; I woke up on top of the world thinking it actually happened. But the Michael Johnson concert, I’m baffled.
If you don’t know who Michael Johnson is, well, to be honest, I don’t really know him outside of one song that was popular in the late 70’s. The song was called ‘Bluer than Blue,’ and it details Michael Johnson trying to rationalize the good parts about leaving a relationship, like having more time to read and re-programming the speed dial on his phone, only to chorus on, “But I’m bluer than blue, sadder than sad. You’re the only light this empty room has ever had. Life without you is gonna be bluer than bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuue. Bluer than blue.” Clearly, he’s not happy about the relationship ending, but he’s looking for the light at the end of the tunnel.
To be honest, I like the song, but what the fuck was I dreaming about going to his concert for, to the point that I woke up the following morning humming the song to myself? Is it the chord progressions? The Paul Simon-esque deliveries? I don’t know.
The past few days, I’ve been steadily humming it out loud, and since I don’t usually listen to lite FM, I decided to go to Limewire and finally download it. The song is really, really silly, but I can’t get past the chorus and the second bridge (“I don’t have to miss no TV show. I can start my whole life over. Change the numbers on my telephone, but the nights will sure be colder.”) It’s stuck in my head and I can’t get it out.
So here’s my conclusion: Some part of my brain wanted me to listen to this song, and so I am. I’m assuming that’s the purpose of dreams; to get you to act out on something you’re subliminally pursuring in your sleep.
But this brings me to my query: what do I do about the recurring plane crash dream? That’s not part of the long term plan here. And I don’t think Michael Johnson would wish that fate on me either, or the Italian lesbians that invited me into their threesome now that I think of it…..

Any dream interpretors out there? Make yourselves known now!

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