Dreamblog – Can’t find my music!!!

msngmskWith my community band Spring Concert just a few days away it’s no wonder I’m having this dream.

The concert started and we finished the first song.  I put it away and reached for the second piece but it wasn’t there.  The band started playing and I was frantically searching my folder for the pages I needed.  Nothing!

The third song started and still I had no music.  My solo was coming up.  Did I have it memorized?  NO!

SHIT!

Finally I woke up before things got really bad.  It was one of those dreams where you say to yourself out loud, “That sucked!”

A few days later…

OMG it almost came true!   The concert was going on and we were playing a piece with a big solo coming up.  I turned the page and…it was missing!!!  Panicked, I flipped through the remaining sheets but couldn’t identify it.  I was having a major flashback and freaking out.  No.  I didn’t have it memorized.  I was screwed!  I hoped to god that the 2nd chair player had the same part.  She did!   I reached over and turned her stand a little bit toward me.  She knew what happened.  I was just in time to start playing the solo.  Whew!  That would have sucked most royally.  Between pieces, I continued my search and found it hiding inside another song.  That’s what nightmares are made of.

I don’t usually have prophetic dreams but this one was spot on.

 

Dreamblog – Global Thermonuclear War

gtwI was down in the bunker of a missile silo and war was eminent.  Tensions were high.

I transmitted the launch codes to the other silos as the General paced behind me.  We watched the monitors for incoming missiles.

Suddenly we saw the traces streaking across the screen.  The General yelled out, “FIRE!”  I repeated his command.  The technician at the next console repeated after me and pressed the big red button.  There was a roar as the missile launched into the air then silence.

We all sat there waiting as the traces on the monitor showed the enemy missiles approaching.  Suddenly we heard a large explosion and felt the ground shake around us.

It was the end.

I woke up feeling disappointed that it wasn’t real.

Dreamblog – Zoning Out

It was the first song in our community band concert and I had a big solo.  The director counted off Begin the Beguine and the song started.  Right after the intro there was a short vamp and I totally zoned out.  I heard the vamp before the solo going on and listened intently hoping they would keep it together and on time.  It went on a few times and I started to feel that something was missing.  Oh Shit.  I have a solo here. I looked up at the director who was frantically trying to get my attention.  I waited for it to come around again to start playing and woke up.

I seem to always wake up when things get real.  I guess that could be a good thing.  It protects me from dream harm both mental and physical.

I thought about it for a few minutes wondering whether the band would actually be waiting for me by playing the vamp over and over until I started or if it just went on for a while in the background and they would have continued counting the measures coming in as usual.  Probably the latter.  The former would take too much thought and sudden special attention.

 

Dreamblog – A walk in the park

I woke up shortly after going to bed and having a typical work or service-related dream and said out loud to myself, “Please let me have some kind of relaxing dream instead of work.”….

I was walking in a park with my sister.  We entered a canyon with a river flowing at the bottom.  We waded down the river.  Other canyons lead off to the sides like city streets.  It was beautiful and peaceful.  There were other people there but it wasn’t crowded like a park often is.  Ahead of us, a group of boys stripped down to their underwear and jumped into the water. I was wondering where we were so I could come back some time.

I was floating down the river on my back when my sister handed me a Tiffany style lamp.  The cord hung down into the water.  I asked what this was for.  She told me we would need it later.  I noticed it worked on both AC and had a built in battery.  A lady came up to me and started playing with the switches and asking about it.  I turned on the battery switch and the light came on.  She walked away with it.

As we went down the river, the canyon became a city street with a market.  We walked on and the street became a school hallway with lockers.  At the end of the hall was a room with dirty posters on the walls.  I was surprised they would allow that in a school. We went in.

It was some kind of sex and drug den.  The air hung thick with smoke.  In the center of the room was a large box that opened at the top.  My sister mentioned something about blood and got into the box with a guy.

On the side of the room were some couches, benches and tables.  I went over and sat on a couch next to a few other people.  The drug smoke must have been affecting me because I was very sleepy.  I sat there an began to doze off.  A large policeman walked up to me.  I thought I was in serious trouble.  He told me to get out of the way.  He wanted to sit on the couch with the girl next to me.

I was in a daze so I stood up and slowly made my way toward the door wondering where I should wait for my sister.  As I started to walk through the automatic sliding door, I felt a tap on my right shoulder.  I turned to my left as one does when feeling a tap on the right shoulder in a crowded room.  It was some guy telling me there was room at the table.

He lead me to a large restaurant-style booth where some people were sitting and playing cards.  I sat down as the dealer dealt me in.  I guessed they were playing poker.  I wanted to both fall asleep and play cards.  I tried my best to focus and reached for my cards…

I woke up thinking, “Well. That was different.”

Dreamblog – College again.

I was in college again walking to my next class.  I totally forgot to bring my books and notepad.  I considered going home to get them but then I would never make it to class on time so I decided to just go to the bookstore and buy a notebook.

I was wearing my hovershoes again and was skimming above the ground to the bookstore when I came across an old childhood friend.  He was taking college very seriously and had almost finished all his classes.  I was impressed.  I hated college and had been in and out over the years.

I went on to my class where I didn’t need my stuff anyway since they were showing a movie.

 

Dreamblog – Biking to the Post Office

pstofcI was riding my bike to the post office to mail a letter for my mom as I had done a million times before in my childhood.  As I rode the familiar path, I remember telling myself, “If I told myself I would still be doing this in my 40s I would never believe it.”

Things had changed since my childhood and I ended up going too far.  I turned around trying to remember where the building was.  I drove through a small parking lot that at one time was a Piggly Wigly back in the 70s and nearly got run over by two cars.

I finally turned into the post office parking lot and leaned my bike up against the window.  The place had been remodeled and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to see my bike from inside to keep an eye on it.  It turned out that I would only be a few steps away from the glass.

I saw multiple slots on the wall labeled everything except what you would expect for plain old mail.  I asked the people there which slot I use for regular mail.  A woman behind the glass was animatedly telling me which slot but there was no opening in the glass to talk through so I could not hear a word she was saying.

As I waited in line, I noticed that the envelope was not sealed properly.  I licked it and tried to reseal but ended up tearing it.  I started to reseal it with scotch tape as people kept cutting in front of me. I noticed that the vertical blinds on the front windows were now closed.  I couldn’t see my bike anymore.

I finally asked the lady in front of me where I can just mail a letter.  One of the employees heard my questing and started to tell me but was not making any sense.  I finally decided to go ride down the street in search of a mailbox.

I walked outside and found my bike to be gone.  Stolen!  Bastards!

I went back into the Post Office and started yelling about how they could not have a place to lock up your bike while you stood in line for 30 minutes!  I was pissed off!

I woke up feeling very unpleasant.

 

Dreamblog – Back in the University

hvrdunvIt’s amazing how many times my dreams return to being in college.  I never dream bout high school.

It is, I’m sure, a common anxiety dream where I am back in school as if I have missed a few weeks or months and am trying to find my classroom.  I tried each floor until something looked familiar.  I walked down the hallway until I recognized the professor’s voice. He sounded and looked similar to Michio Kaku.  I sneaked in to the lecture hall and sat in the back row.

The teacher walked around the room as he was talking and kept popping up in different places dressed differently. I was very drowsy and had a hard time staying awake.  I felt something warm leaning against me which I thought was the student in the next chair but it was a cat.  I sat there petting the cat while doing my best to stay conscious.

At the end of the class I walked down to the front of the room and noticed how easy it was to see other students who were passed out.

There was more to this dream but it is already the evening later and I don’t remember any more of it.  You really have to write your dreams down immediately or they evaporate.  I’m lucky to remember this much.