OMusique

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.