A few years ago (around my quarter-century mark or so), I had a kooky dream:
On foot, I approach a house at the end of a cul-de-sac on the North Shore in my hometown, in the same neighbourhood where I went to Kindergarten in real waking life. A shady willow stands in the front yard, and the driveway is gravel. Up the concrete stairs and in through the front door, I enter into my living room studio where an ample supply of high-precision musical gear, and a huge set of speakers, stand at the ready on a red and purple two-tone shag carpet. With the sun barely squeeking through the thick red curtains, there is a gentle darkness to the room. I feel as if I'm hovering above a rumbling volcano.
As I begin to power up the machines, chuckles of delight sprinkle out at the thought of my assignment: I have been assigned to discover the medical secrets of sound, and create healing music. Specifically, I must find the resonant and antiresonant frequencies of each of the umpteen organs within the human body, and any other type of body for that matter. By finding the proper frequency, I would be able to activate healing in certain body parts, or, conversely, destroy harmful toxins or malignancies by projecting the appropriate combination of sound frequencies towards the area in question.
A low C♯ might clear a blocked artery, for example. I'm guessing that a J♭ minor seven teeth chord with a flat second-and-a-half would reverse tooth decay.
Oh yeah, guess who's the employer in this dream - NASA! As it turns out, this sort of technology is already being put into action in the real world, and not just some crazy dream. Regardless of any prophetic value this dream may have had concerning my little world or the world at large, I still found it inspiring.
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