OMusique

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.