this blog may become my dream journal. haha.
last night's dream:
i had to go to a funeral. it was one funeral for two people, and i had to sit in the front row because i was playing a song, but no one told me what the song was before i had to go play. i was sitting between my sister and my mom. they both had saxophones because they were playing something too. i had my clarinet.
someone came by and handed us little index cards that told us what songs we were supposed to be playing. i turned my card over and it was the Canadian flag, but it was all messed up, like those "security" phrases you have to type in when you want to post a link or something on facebook.
i decided that i apparently was supposed to play the Canadian national anthem, but i didn't know it. i got really nervous and thought about how i had never played in front of a crowd all by myself before and imagined myself getting up there and squeaking my way through an unknown anthem. and my legs were hairy.
and then, beside me, my mom started playing the Notre Dame Victory March to practice. but the funeral had started and Mr. R came up to us and started yelling at me, telling me not to play while people were talking. i told him it wasn't me. it was obviously a saxophone playing and i don't even know how to play the saxophone. i was even holding my clarinet up for him to look at.
and then i went out into the hallway to try to figure out how to play my song.
and that's all i remember. very weird. don't know why i'm having so many band dreams lately.
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