I was working as an archivist in local government building. My boss was a bit fat man with moustache. He was wearing a black suit. His vice was a man wearing brown suit. He had fake red hair. They were arguing, my boss said to him "I'd best leave you working on beetroot field, this is your place!" After a while of consideration he added "Go hunt some monsters, I won't fire you yet." He went away, I recalled a previous dream in which I was such archivist, but hunting creatures around fields and villages. I said "I used to hunt monsters before". I looked around the office, and there was nothing unusual. Boss told me to write a paper of firing someone, but whenever I started, words changed into pictures of random objects. Like a clock for example. Suddenly my boss turned into someone else, he had long brown hair and different face. He was playing a song on harp.
I am outside in my backyard or something similar in the winter looking for a large harp with my friend Jesse. We go along the side of the house and I spot it. The french teacher is going to get there first! Oh no, if she gets there first we'll fail! She's about to touch it but I dive for it and grab it. I'm about to play when I realize that this is a dream! I say so, and Jesse is like "Yah man its a dream!" I don't know what to play, but I start to pluck the strings. It sounds beautiful and I'm shocked that I am able to do this. Its a decending scale I'm playing, and I'm plucking two strings at a time going down the scale. Theres a pitch difference between each string in the couple, it sounds really nice like something from ancient greece or something. I start to screw up, and am worried that I'm going to screw up even more, so I do and it starts to sound horrible. I try and convince myself that I can do it but theres just too much self doubt and it doesn't improve. The professor tells me that it will sound much better in real life.
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