OMusique

5-26-2015

The world is ending in a metropolis of a city full of towering building of hard and unforgiving concrete. I hurried through the city eventually reaching a “sewer” of pipes underground. The sewer was large, tall enough to fit a small edifice and wide enough to fit a group of 10 people side by side. There were people with me, though I don’t know whom. I was supposed to stay with them but I wandered off. I emerged in a room, vastly larger than the underground sewer. The ceiling opened up into the sky, with a hole at the top where rubble had fallen, exposing the sunlight. And in the room there was fresh vegetation, green and wet with what looked like morning dew. There I was with two other people. One was DC (not a dc ) and the other was a girl I did not recognize. The girl was skinny in what I recall to be sporty clothes. She seemed to be an explorer. Her hair was brown and cut short to the shoulders. My conversation fell upon the girl. I don’t remember what precisely was said, but she seemed talkative and conversing with her was easy. I soon became very friendly, until I was flirting with her, asking her questions, talking with humor, maintaining a flow while avoiding awkward silence. I must have had to go because I was next at a trailer park. Or maybe not a trailer park since there was only one house I remember. It did seem to be a trailer or RV type house. There was a long driveway up to the house. Poor dream recall will end the dream prematurely here.

5-25-2015

I was assigned an adventure. Perhaps it was for some “school” function. I’m not quite sure. But I wandered through a wasteland void of people and full of desolate and decaying buildings. I don’t remember what my assignment was so I explored aimlessly. Eventually I entered a building and headed to the lower floors. In the basement of the building were desks full of “students”. Proctors of sorts were there to watch us while we completed a "test". I remember starting the “test” but I did not finish it because I found it pointless. I left the room with the “test” incomplete and wandered on. I believe at this point I was called on by DB to play Eb clarinet in ensemble. I declined. Next, I was in a kind of park full of hills, so many that the horizon was blocked in multiple directions by the undulation of the landscape. Somehow I ran into RS. I was now in his car (his black and grey mustang) and we talked about music, clarinet, etc. We drove through the hills until something caught my eye. There was an baby falling from the sky. I knew the baby was in trouble. No on was around to help. So I opened RS’s car door and ran to the baby. I jumped in the air, soaring up as if gravity were less, caught the baby, and dropped the baby as gently as I could to the ground. I saw the baby land with a thump in a shallow pool of water. It wasn’t ideal and I knew the baby still needed help. I hung in the air before falling to the ground. Now I rushed the baby to a nearby table and began CPR. As I used two fingers to press on the baby’s chest I realized that it’s arms were skinny, as if someone had taken clay and rolled it out on flat surface creating “noodles”. No matter, the baby coughed up water and I felt complete. However, trouble didn’t seem to be over yet. Night grew close. The air transitioned from bright yellow-orange to a deep and blanketing purple-black. It seemed that trouble was brewing. I found my friend BC nearby and asked him to take care of the baby. TF was also there so I asked for his assistance as well. I was off, not sure why. I needed to find RS again so I used my phone to call, but my phone was malfunctioning. My phone wouldn’t call and it became of little use other than occupying space. Wandering I somehow ran into AB. She was beautiful. Her face was so clear to me. Slightly rosy cheeks, raised in a affection, a deep and radiant smile, and light brown, slightly curled hair that framed her face and exposed her features. She was there to help me. I knew it. Unfortunately, I don’t remember much. We must have talked, and I’m sure she helped me, but here the dream fades away.

5-6-2015

I was flying! I had a parachute of some kind and I was floating through the sky over a vast city. And in between the building was water. It was beautiful because the sun was bright and the sky was clear. The wind gusted violently the higher I was and so I used it to propel me forward and keep me afloat. As I navigated through the buildings I found myself just above the top of a very tall skyscraper, much taller than the buildings around it. I felt as though this was a threshold. By this point a “dragon” was following me. So I avoided it as I sailed over this pair of skyscrapers. On the other side I zoomed down where a new part of the city opened up to me, now more water than buildings. I could tell I was losing altitude and so desperately started searching for a place to land. Buildings passed by and I thought about dropping to land but it was too late; the building had passed. I continued to descend and was heading for an enormous bridge spanning over a stretch of water. I carefully, though quickly, navigated between the support beams underneath the bridge. I continued looking for a place to land. I must have received a push upward because next I was going up over a baseball stadium. Here was my chance I thought. I sailed over the side of the stadium, up over a net surrounding the field and quickly plummeted down. I saw the dirt ground and let go. I hit the ground running but felt no pain. The baseball players took little notice besides stopping their game.

4-23-2015

I don’t remember much of this one. I was in a class with a beautiful flautist. I remember that she was a stunning musician. I know she was blonde, but not a bright blonde; her hair was dirty and real. I don’t recall but I think her hair was short. We must have hit it off because we talked and I began to feel an affinity with her. After this “class” we were in a band hall and I was looking for my locker. I asked her to assist me, as I could not remember where my locker was. Eventually I remembered where my locker was. Later I was at a party with other people. This is where it gets hazy. I was now leaving the party. Somehow I was back at my house. I was preparing to leave though. Perhaps I was actually leaving the party. But, I know that I was leaving in order to see the flautist. I was slightly lucid here. I just wanted to stay in the dream long enough to find the girl again. Who knows, maybe I can find her in another dream. I had a feeling that I had both emails and Facebook messages from this girl. I had a clear vision of my iPhone with notifications from her. Before I could find her or even leave I woke up.

I was with my parents and possibly my brother, and we were getting ready to go to the beach. I had also invited J. However it started to get late and the sun went down. My parents were now reluctant, but I still wanted to go. So we left for the beach in our Suburban. We stopped near the shore were another family was already set up. There were little children playing in the water, though the water was very shallow and surrounded on all sides by sand. I contacted J to come but she was occupied at the time. Next I was rehearsing with a pianist. She needed practice playing Brahms clarinet sonata I. I had the music but it was apparently the wrong arrangement because I could tell there were parts where I should have played and I did not. I told her I was sorry and went to look for my actual music. I told her the part I was playing on was for younger players. I went to what looked like my game room and ruffled through stacks of music, though I could not find it. MRD showed up and said something about how he always made fun of me (in a playful way of course). I asked why. I told the girl pianist that we should just try to keep playing. I guess I was planning on using my memory. However, I woke before we played again. Soon after agreeing to play again I realized the part was in my green folder in my clarinet case.