I was sound asleep when I heard "Mom! Bambi!" I looked around and of course, no one was here except me and Lil Bear.
So I began channel surfing and the movie version of Rogers and Hammerstein's Oklahoma was on. Really? It had started at 12:30 and it was already 1:45. I wondered if the dream sequence I always believed was in it really was, but I really didn't want to watch the whole movie. I selected it anyway and Shirley Jones was just singing the line, "Then out of my dreams I'll go, into a dream with you" when the ballerina came in for the dream sequence. Sometimes a movie is just a movie but it seems as if I read something into everything lately. The whole beginning appeared to be a metaphor for my life, a dream life that was expected, that should be. It quickly turned into the nightmare part of the dream and, honestly, one of the worst choreographed interpretations ever (given the expert on dance that I am...). But still, my life, your life, our lives.
I've wanted to see it for some time and thought about it last night when I was thinking of names and how they are chosen. Was it you that yelled my name to awaken me? "Out of my dreams and into..."
I don't know if this is true, but I remember my mother telling me she wanted to name her children after the Peter Pan characters, hence Michael and John (Pat) and I was to be, wait for it...Wendy. But before I was born, she saw a ballet where the prima ballerina was named Bambi Lynn. So Bambi Lynn I became. As for Andy, I guess she skipped the fairy tale names and opted for a more presidential name. Otherwise he might have been Tinkerbell!
I hope it was you who yelled. You can yell at me anytime. I even miss that.
Shirley Jones looked very much like my mother at that age. And the ballerina? She looked like you...
Another of my favorite Shirley Jones songs
The Beatles version with the intro (and subtitles) "Sarw/saw"
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