My brother got a job as a radio DJ. He was to broadcast his show from a control room at the top of a high tower in Edinburgh. I met up with my brother just before his first show. I was very excited about his new job unlike him, who was very nonchalant about it and appeared to be far less enthusiastic than I was about the whole thing. I was surprised by how calm he was considering it was the first time he was hosting a radio show.
Inevitably, I began playing the annoying role of the “bigger, wiser brother” by giving him lessons on how one should speak on the radio. I started bragging on how I knew all the rules of the game since I had spoken on radio a couple of times before (which is partly true - though I must set the record straight here and say that they only amounted to a couple of interviews with my previous band in which I only mumbled a total of two or three incomprehensible words). I asked my brother if he had prepared anything for the show to which he replied that I needn’t worry since he had everything under control.
We climbed up to the control room at the top of the tower. The first thing that struck me on entering the room were these enormous glass walls so that we were treated to a 360 degrees panoramic view of Edinburgh. And what a breath-taking view it was! Edinburgh was covered in snow. The control room was quite far from the city centre but one could still make out the famous castle surrounded by the white, slanting rooftops. Behind the city stood some mountains which added a touch of drama to the whole scene.
There was a huge table in the middle of the room on which there was a device that could play seven CDs simultaneously. The machine was actually seven standalone CD players attached to a central controller of some sort. I looked at the time and realized that my brother was already running late – his show had been scheduled to start a few minutes earlier. I started panicking and urging my brother to get started. He told me to take it easy as he calmly put on a record after muttering something into the microphone.
At some point during the show, he picked up all the equipment on the table and took it home with him so that he could broadcast the show from his room (“biex inkun relax”). I followed him. We arrived home in Mġarr, Malta. It was a typical summer's day in Malta bursting with sunlight. When we arrived home my brother went up on the roof and laid down the equipment on the floor in the sun. The radio equipment was still transmitting the live show. He then left the equipment buzzing on the floor and went down to the kitchen to raid the fridge and prepare himself a snack.
Meanwhile, as I was monitoring the equipment on the roof and listening to the show, I noticed that the song being played was nearing its end. My brother had to change the song but he was still stuffing his face in the kitchen. I shouted a warning to him to let him know that the song was about to finish and that he should leave the kitchen and come upstairs right away to prepare the next song. He told me to cool it down because he had everything under control.
the end Inevitably, I began playing the annoying role of the “bigger, wiser brother” by giving him lessons on how one should speak on the radio. I started bragging on how I knew all the rules of the game since I had spoken on radio a couple of times before (which is partly true - though I must set the record straight here and say that they only amounted to a couple of interviews with my previous band in which I only mumbled a total of two or three incomprehensible words). I asked my brother if he had prepared anything for the show to which he replied that I needn’t worry since he had everything under control.
We climbed up to the control room at the top of the tower. The first thing that struck me on entering the room were these enormous glass walls so that we were treated to a 360 degrees panoramic view of Edinburgh. And what a breath-taking view it was! Edinburgh was covered in snow. The control room was quite far from the city centre but one could still make out the famous castle surrounded by the white, slanting rooftops. Behind the city stood some mountains which added a touch of drama to the whole scene.
There was a huge table in the middle of the room on which there was a device that could play seven CDs simultaneously. The machine was actually seven standalone CD players attached to a central controller of some sort. I looked at the time and realized that my brother was already running late – his show had been scheduled to start a few minutes earlier. I started panicking and urging my brother to get started. He told me to take it easy as he calmly put on a record after muttering something into the microphone.
At some point during the show, he picked up all the equipment on the table and took it home with him so that he could broadcast the show from his room (“biex inkun relax”). I followed him. We arrived home in Mġarr, Malta. It was a typical summer's day in Malta bursting with sunlight. When we arrived home my brother went up on the roof and laid down the equipment on the floor in the sun. The radio equipment was still transmitting the live show. He then left the equipment buzzing on the floor and went down to the kitchen to raid the fridge and prepare himself a snack.
Meanwhile, as I was monitoring the equipment on the roof and listening to the show, I noticed that the song being played was nearing its end. My brother had to change the song but he was still stuffing his face in the kitchen. I shouted a warning to him to let him know that the song was about to finish and that he should leave the kitchen and come upstairs right away to prepare the next song. He told me to cool it down because he had everything under control.
Dreamt on the night of 16.03.2006
The night before:
Food: Penne with fennel, peppers, chilli and tomatoes
Drink: Tea
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3 comments:
And do you have a brother?
Yes, the brother in the dream is my actual brother. And the way our characters are portrayed in the dream is spot on.
you haven't been getting much sleep lately seeing how you haven't dreamt in ages...
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