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chu_totoro) wrote2009-09-06 10:11 am
chu_totoro) wrote2009-09-06 10:11 am
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this has got to be the weirdest dream I've had in months
I’m in Ms. Kim’s house, having a cello lesson as usual. We’re working on the Grand Tango.
The next bit is a little hazy. I think Connor and Sunli came down the stairs or through the front door to say goodbye; they dropped in, they were going home now. All I know is somehow I found myself in front of the piano, waiting (for them to finish talking). The keys were right in front of me. So while I waited, I started to play the Tempest, which starts very soft. But once I start playing the momentum carries me through and I keep going, even though I have a lesson to get back to. I stop occasionally, to see if Mrs. Kim or my mom are angry, then pick up again at random points. My mind is in a dreamy, hazy state.
Back to the lesson. Mrs. Kim is now teaching me bits of the Tempest on cello, and I am greatly puzzled as I do not see the point of this. We’re working on the main “tempesty” part except without the bass line, so it sounds very thin.
The lesson has ended. My mother is nowhere to be found and I find she has left me a letter on Mrs. Kim’s table (the one in the back where she always sits) for me instead. In the dream I read its contents, and although I don’t know what it said, in the dream I am somewhat puzzled by it.
I am walking along somewhere. Maybe a street, I don’t know. I meet someone and they greet me, saying they heard about what happened and they're so sorry. This further puzzles me, and I ask them what they mean, and they say something I do not hear which greatly shocks me. I protest from the hazy memories earlier in the dream, saying that but Connor and Sunli were there and I was playing the piano, and they shake their heads no. Then I come to an oddly calm realization, saying to them, ‘It must all have been a hallucination then.’
I’ve gone back to the past. Presumably these are my memories. Everything is even more confusing and fuzzy here, but there is someone who is like my cousin Iris living in the house and Mrs. Kim is not quite Mrs. Kim anymore. The whole house is darker, more shadowed, still bearing resemblance to Mrs. Kim’s house in real life but in a much looser way. I get the sense that these are people I’ve been staying with, for whatever reason.
It’s not clear what happened, but there’s certainly no Connor, no Sunli, or even a piano that I remember. The piano may have been there by the door, but I never played it. It seems I simply walked out on them.
Night. I’m flat on my stomach, crawling along in the dirt with my elbows (not unlike the military). I’m near a window of the house, more accurately small horizontal windows along the top of the wall, not unlike the windows of Saratoga High’s library… which you can see into the same way if you climb onto the roof (for some reason the ground is that high around this side of he house). I can’t really see into it or anything, because it’s too dark, it’s night and it’s dark all around me, but inside there are voices arguing about me, and they sound upset. I hear dream Iris, and someone who might be my dream cousin Jennifer, and others whom I don’t recognize. I’m crawling as low as I can because I don’t want my shadow to cross the windows and lead the people inside to discover me.
All the while I’m aware that I did all of this while hallucinating about bright and happy piano playing/cello lessons, and so must be doing this almost entirely on instinct. I feel a bit like Nodame, who has no idea what she is doing.
Time shift again. Not quite clear what time it is, but it’s brighter and closer to morning; I’m at the front door of the house, which may have been ajar or I may have opened it. They are still arguing, I can hear them on the second floor, and I walk in and sit down on the piano bench or a chair.
Dream Iris comes down the stairs and sees me there, and she is so upset that she just gives me a glare and storms out, slamming the door. Dream Mrs. Kim then comes down and asks me some questions, and, completely oblivious to what I had done, I respond in an innocuous, nonchalant manner to most of them, with some answers that were worse than insulting. Mrs. Kim doesn’t look very happy.
Some point after that I find the letter from my mother (who had presumably left because I was gone for so long??) on the desk, am appropriately puzzled and no-longer-puzzled (as a dream-in-a-dream), and the whole dream fades away.
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On a side note, before that dream I had some random dreams which also included warped dream Iris and warped dream Jennifer, and at some point Adam’s friend Chi who turned into someone else. There was a shack/shanty of some sort on the mountain that was the home base, and I’m honestly not sure what we were doing. Exploring?
I also had a dream in which I was learning some sort of martial art from this trainer – the training is individual mostly, but I was the only girl under her, all the rest were males. I wore all white and I think the guys may have worn all black, but I’m not sure. And at some point there was testing, and I had to go first because I was the only female acolyte, and I was like ‘aw shucks’ and the male acolytes were amused (they seemed to be kids around my age), except only insofar as they were nervous because everyone was nervous for the test.
Then there were actual bits of the test which I don’t remember. I seem to recall something about boulders on a mountain.
The next bit is a little hazy. I think Connor and Sunli came down the stairs or through the front door to say goodbye; they dropped in, they were going home now. All I know is somehow I found myself in front of the piano, waiting (for them to finish talking). The keys were right in front of me. So while I waited, I started to play the Tempest, which starts very soft. But once I start playing the momentum carries me through and I keep going, even though I have a lesson to get back to. I stop occasionally, to see if Mrs. Kim or my mom are angry, then pick up again at random points. My mind is in a dreamy, hazy state.
Back to the lesson. Mrs. Kim is now teaching me bits of the Tempest on cello, and I am greatly puzzled as I do not see the point of this. We’re working on the main “tempesty” part except without the bass line, so it sounds very thin.
The lesson has ended. My mother is nowhere to be found and I find she has left me a letter on Mrs. Kim’s table (the one in the back where she always sits) for me instead. In the dream I read its contents, and although I don’t know what it said, in the dream I am somewhat puzzled by it.
I am walking along somewhere. Maybe a street, I don’t know. I meet someone and they greet me, saying they heard about what happened and they're so sorry. This further puzzles me, and I ask them what they mean, and they say something I do not hear which greatly shocks me. I protest from the hazy memories earlier in the dream, saying that but Connor and Sunli were there and I was playing the piano, and they shake their heads no. Then I come to an oddly calm realization, saying to them, ‘It must all have been a hallucination then.’
I’ve gone back to the past. Presumably these are my memories. Everything is even more confusing and fuzzy here, but there is someone who is like my cousin Iris living in the house and Mrs. Kim is not quite Mrs. Kim anymore. The whole house is darker, more shadowed, still bearing resemblance to Mrs. Kim’s house in real life but in a much looser way. I get the sense that these are people I’ve been staying with, for whatever reason.
It’s not clear what happened, but there’s certainly no Connor, no Sunli, or even a piano that I remember. The piano may have been there by the door, but I never played it. It seems I simply walked out on them.
Night. I’m flat on my stomach, crawling along in the dirt with my elbows (not unlike the military). I’m near a window of the house, more accurately small horizontal windows along the top of the wall, not unlike the windows of Saratoga High’s library… which you can see into the same way if you climb onto the roof (for some reason the ground is that high around this side of he house). I can’t really see into it or anything, because it’s too dark, it’s night and it’s dark all around me, but inside there are voices arguing about me, and they sound upset. I hear dream Iris, and someone who might be my dream cousin Jennifer, and others whom I don’t recognize. I’m crawling as low as I can because I don’t want my shadow to cross the windows and lead the people inside to discover me.
All the while I’m aware that I did all of this while hallucinating about bright and happy piano playing/cello lessons, and so must be doing this almost entirely on instinct. I feel a bit like Nodame, who has no idea what she is doing.
Time shift again. Not quite clear what time it is, but it’s brighter and closer to morning; I’m at the front door of the house, which may have been ajar or I may have opened it. They are still arguing, I can hear them on the second floor, and I walk in and sit down on the piano bench or a chair.
Dream Iris comes down the stairs and sees me there, and she is so upset that she just gives me a glare and storms out, slamming the door. Dream Mrs. Kim then comes down and asks me some questions, and, completely oblivious to what I had done, I respond in an innocuous, nonchalant manner to most of them, with some answers that were worse than insulting. Mrs. Kim doesn’t look very happy.
Some point after that I find the letter from my mother (who had presumably left because I was gone for so long??) on the desk, am appropriately puzzled and no-longer-puzzled (as a dream-in-a-dream), and the whole dream fades away.
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On a side note, before that dream I had some random dreams which also included warped dream Iris and warped dream Jennifer, and at some point Adam’s friend Chi who turned into someone else. There was a shack/shanty of some sort on the mountain that was the home base, and I’m honestly not sure what we were doing. Exploring?
I also had a dream in which I was learning some sort of martial art from this trainer – the training is individual mostly, but I was the only girl under her, all the rest were males. I wore all white and I think the guys may have worn all black, but I’m not sure. And at some point there was testing, and I had to go first because I was the only female acolyte, and I was like ‘aw shucks’ and the male acolytes were amused (they seemed to be kids around my age), except only insofar as they were nervous because everyone was nervous for the test.
Then there were actual bits of the test which I don’t remember. I seem to recall something about boulders on a mountain.
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All I can remember after I wake up is whether or not I even had a dream.