November 4, 2005 at 11:49 AM
Like a carpet of bright leaves, my virtuous notes sprinkled and layered the ground-–skillful, sinless notes, one following another in a chain of gold. They drew the highest praise. All of the great composers appeared before me as a collage of musical tradition. My notes fell on each of them, one by one, and as I cloaked them with my offering, they were pleased; their accolades were mine.
In my most vibrant musical dreams, I never play sharp or flat. Never. Such dreams come at a price, though: two circles–-one under each eye.
Aahhh...Lovely. Perfect intonation and the approval of the masters...Think I'll take a nap.
You have such interesting dreams, and you write about them so well. Last night I dreamed that my home was so badly in need of repairs that I had to sell it. I needed to find a roommate, so I called someone who I like, but she was unavailable because she and her boyfriend were about to move into their new home together. I like your dream better.
Speaking of sinless notes and circles under the eyes. Today I was in a place where they'd say "theys a spacial place in hail for them out of tune notes." And mean it.
Pauline, I think your dream is about a broken heart, starting over, and feeling left out. I suppose I've just stated the obvious, though, huh? My dream is about a relentless drive for unattainable perfection, in order to play music the way it was meant to be played. It also reflects other areas of my life where I obssess about perfection. It's a happy dream, but it sure made it difficult to listen to my arpeggios today.
Jim, where'd ya go? Down yonder?
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