Arlo's dreams

A tip from a reader:

You recently posted about Arlo Guthrie singing the song City of New Orleans. Arlo also has a song, "In my darkest hour" which he said came to him in a dream.  The song begins: "It's the 10th of January and I still ain't had no sleep."

In a recent post, I wrote:

It appears that we are looking at a roughly five-day period here:

• Jan 6: birthday of Joan of Arc, Maid of Orleans; Feast of Epiphany
• Jan 7: Saturn-Pluto conjunction ends
• Jan 8: anniversary of the Battle of New Orleans
• Jan 9: anniversary of the beginning of Joan of Arc's trial
• Jan 10: anniversary of Caesar's crossing the Rubicon

Today I had a sudden hunch to Google the phrase "five days in January," which brought up a novel by that name by one R. T. Lowe. Here's the blurb:

Reeling from a terrible accident that claimed the lives of his parents, Felix arrives at Portland College hoping only to survive the experience. In time, however, with the help of his reality star roommate, and Allison, his friend from home, he immerses himself in the distractions of college life and gradually dares to believe he can put his past behind him. But a fateful storm looms on the horizon: In the nearby woods, two hikers become the latest victims in a series of gruesome murders; a disfigured giant embarks on a vicious cross-country rampage, killing teenagers who fail his 'test'; an ancient society of assassins tasked with eradicating the wielders of a mysterious source of power awakens after a long silence; and a grassroots movement emerges from the shadows to capture the public's imagination, its hidden agenda as revolutionary and terrifying as the man who created it. Only one man -- the school's groundskeeper -- knows that the seemingly unrelated events are connected, and that an eighteen-year-old boy stands in the center of the storm.

No smoking guns here, but the phrases I have bolded are suggestive. Trump was a reality star; "storm" is Q lingo; eighteen = 1/8 = the Battle of New Orleans.

Some of the lyrics of "Darkest Hour" also caught my attention.

It's the tenth of January and I still ain't had no sleep

She comes waltzing in the nighttime, made of wings

She is dressed up like a bandit with a hundred sparkling rings

"Dressed up like a bandit" means wearing a bandana over her face. "A hundred sparkling rings" suggests the planet Saturn.

Her father's in his chambers with his friends all gathered 'round

They are plotting their enemy's demise

With their last detail done, they await the coming sun

While I am staring in my lover's eyes

Her brothers and her sisters are all through for tonight

Pretending that they've just come to power

But she, far most of all, knows that they can only fall

In my darkest hour

This bit pretty much interprets itself, I would say. "Pretending that they've just come to power" -- could any line be more December 2020 than that?

"Darkest Hour" is supposed to have come to Guthrie in a dream. It appears on his 1976 album Amigo, which also features another "dream" song.

Living now here but for fortune

Placed by fate's mysterious schemes

Who'd believe that we're the ones asked

To try to rekindle the patriot's dreams

Arise sweet destiny, time runs short

All of your patience has heard their retort

Hear us now for alone we can't seem

To try to rekindle the patriot's dreams

Can you hear the words being whispered

All along the American stream

Tyrants freed the just are imprisoned

Try to rekindle the patriot's dreams

Ah but perhaps too much is being asked of too few

You and your children with nothing to do

Hear us now for alone we can't seem

To try to rekindle the patriot's dreams

I'm not usually one to say this, but: Deus vult. I think we're being given another chance, and I pray people will rise to the occasion.