I'm hoping that there aren't any Kate Bush fans out there in cyberspace who don't own a copy of The Dreaming. An impossible sacrilege.
The Dreaming scares me. I don't mean "scares me" as in "Marilyn Manson scares me." It's 2 in the morning and the house is dead quiet, then I'm startled by the sound of someone turning the knob on the front door. Like The Dreaming, that scares me! Why? First there's the title. "Dreaming" is a verb; the act of visiting a fascinating world while asleep. But Kate uses the phrase "The Dreaming" as thought she's referring to a person, place or thing. She's taken an "action" and made it into something concrete, something one can touch. Next is the cover: a photograph of a seductive Kate (Mrs. Houdini) with a key hidden inside her mouth. She's about to pass this tool of escape to Mr. Houdini in a kiss. Very alluring, very erotic. But it's Kate's eyes that give the photograph (and The Dreaming) an air of the unnatural. Kate's not peering into the eyes of her affection, but into something eerie far in the distance . 'Pull Out The Pin' is filled with bone-chilling fear and blood-curdling horror. 'Leave It Open' contains the frightening lines "Harm is in us. Harm in you and me." 'Get Out Of My House' is as unnerving as my 2 AM tale.
The most unsettling composition is 'Sat In Your Lap.' For me, it is a stomach-turning confessional with a theme that lies beneath the lyrics: the theme is incest. Many artists attempt dark, forbidding and metaphysical material which usually comes off as comical. The Dreaming isn't the least bit funny. Welcome to the supernatural world of Kate Bush. Buyer Beware.