There are people who say that every dream means something. Like your brain is trying to tell you something about your life from a deep and mysterious cavern while you slumber. I believe that this could be true some of the time, however, from my experiences with my own subconscious, I certainly hope this is not the case.
I've kept journals in the past where I would write down my dreams each morning as best as I could. It became a writing exercise for me, for I found that it is extremely hard to try and describe the things that would happen in my sleeping mind. So, it went on for years and I thought I would try writing a story about a man who suffered (yes, suffered) from ridiculous dreams. Let's not talk about what happened with that...
Moving on!
This is a dream from a couple of nights ago. I was apparently a music major at some university.
I'm sitting in a practice room. If you've ever been in a practice room then you know what it feels like. A tight, cramped cement box with sound proofing and a heavy door. This one had a lot of pencil graffiti on the walls. You know, things like "Call Mary for a good time..." "Tina + Jake 4 eva" "Trisha & Samantha R triflin' biatches". So, I'm sitting in my chair, my back is straight, my instrument is on my lap (it's a violin today) and I'm staring at the wall. There isn't any music in front of me. I'm just sitting there.
I'm listening. I hear them. It's thousands of screeching clarinets. They all sound different but equally annoying. Some sound like dying cats. Some sound like boiling lobsters. It's a horrifying sound and it's getting louder and louder. Then, out of nowhere, a few trombones come in. They are doing those annoying trombone sounds where they slide all the notes up and down and up and down the instrument. The sound is becoming unbearable but I just sit there. More and more instruments are coming in now. I hear a flute being high pitched and out of tune. I hear a french horn squawking and ripping the tone in two. I look down at my violin. I touch the strings and they crumble into ash. All this is happening, the sound is deafening. I start to cry. What have I done to the violin? At that moment, I know it's not my instrument. I'm still crying as I walk over to the violin case to put it away. As I get closer, the other instruments are getting quieter. I put the violin away and then close the case. The instant the case clicks shut, I hear it. One lone clarinet. It's beautiful. Just one single note it holds for what seems like forever. Then it goes into the lower register and begins to arpeggio up and down the range of the instrument. I sit down on the floor and bury my face in my hands. Other instruments start to join in. It's a beautiful melody I've never heard before. I feel better and better as each instrument adds in.
Then, when I think all the instruments have been added in, I hear one more. It's just as alone as when the clarinet first began it's song. It's standing out among all the other voices, yet it doesn't injure the over all sound. Then I realize, this is a duet between this instrument and the lone clarinet. It begins to drive me crazy that I don't know what it is. I run out of the practice room. I'm searching for the room where all the instruments are. I finally find it and much to my surprise, the instruments are not being played by anybody, but it is obvious that the sound is coming from them. I spot the clarinet in the front and begin to look for it's partner.
It's a saxophone! I can hardly believe that I didn't know the sound, because now I remember that I used to play that instrument. I walk over and touch it. Instantly, the music stops, the saxophone evaporates, the room evaporates, everything is gone.
I wake up.
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