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Oct. 4th, 2006 05:17 pmOkay, I have to write this down before I forget it.
I had the freaking WEIRDEST dream last night.
Okay, setting: some large house/mansion/commune, possibly a summer house
I was with a pianist. I don't know who it was but they were probably a piano major. I don't even know if they had a gender or face. I will simply refer to him/her as "Piano Major."
So I'm sitting down with Piano Major in what is probably the dining room, and the kitchen is like right next to the stairs. Nice kitchen, really big. Big enough to fit Beverly Sills, Mirella Freni, I THINK Leontyne Price may have been there, and I think Luciano Pavarotti was there. But Freni and Sills were there for sure. Oh yeah, and for some reason Mirella Freni was BLACK. So... they were all chit-chatting away, and I'm staring at them in complete awe, and Black!Freni looks over and smiles at me. Then Domingo comes down the stairs and into the kitchen and is all casual like "heyyy" and he's in his boxers... which confused the hell out of me, EVEN during the dream... O_o but I assumed he just woke up late or something. So then Domingo sees me and he comes over to me with this really weird looking piece of candy and it looks like it's melting or something and it's sticky and gross and it looks like a cross between a block of Japanese sweet bean paste (the kind that comes vacuum packed and in those cute little bags) and Dorotea's cello rosin, except half-melted, (subconsciously, PROBABLY due to the real-life pancake syrup incident in our room, where for some reason we find half of our things covered in pancake syrup, even though I was in the room... but we concluded someone probably sneaked in with it while I was sleeping late... which I'm pissed at myself for sleeping through). ANYWAY. He says to me something like "You want this? Take it!" all smiley and whatever, and he walks away, and it's stuck to my hand. So I just sit there stunned, and I say to Piano, "I don't know if I want to eat this right away, I think I want to just keep it in my hand for a while, and maybe like, some of his amazingness will seep through my skin." And Piano is all like "Um, I don't get it." And I say to Piano, "Well I mean, imagine if like... Glenn Gould went up to you and gave you this, wouldn't you want to hold on to it before you ate it?" And Piano nods knowingly and says "Yeah, I suppose so."
I don't remember anything after that.
I'm a little creeped out.
I had the freaking WEIRDEST dream last night.
Okay, setting: some large house/mansion/commune, possibly a summer house
I was with a pianist. I don't know who it was but they were probably a piano major. I don't even know if they had a gender or face. I will simply refer to him/her as "Piano Major."
So I'm sitting down with Piano Major in what is probably the dining room, and the kitchen is like right next to the stairs. Nice kitchen, really big. Big enough to fit Beverly Sills, Mirella Freni, I THINK Leontyne Price may have been there, and I think Luciano Pavarotti was there. But Freni and Sills were there for sure. Oh yeah, and for some reason Mirella Freni was BLACK. So... they were all chit-chatting away, and I'm staring at them in complete awe, and Black!Freni looks over and smiles at me. Then Domingo comes down the stairs and into the kitchen and is all casual like "heyyy" and he's in his boxers... which confused the hell out of me, EVEN during the dream... O_o but I assumed he just woke up late or something. So then Domingo sees me and he comes over to me with this really weird looking piece of candy and it looks like it's melting or something and it's sticky and gross and it looks like a cross between a block of Japanese sweet bean paste (the kind that comes vacuum packed and in those cute little bags) and Dorotea's cello rosin, except half-melted, (subconsciously, PROBABLY due to the real-life pancake syrup incident in our room, where for some reason we find half of our things covered in pancake syrup, even though I was in the room... but we concluded someone probably sneaked in with it while I was sleeping late... which I'm pissed at myself for sleeping through). ANYWAY. He says to me something like "You want this? Take it!" all smiley and whatever, and he walks away, and it's stuck to my hand. So I just sit there stunned, and I say to Piano, "I don't know if I want to eat this right away, I think I want to just keep it in my hand for a while, and maybe like, some of his amazingness will seep through my skin." And Piano is all like "Um, I don't get it." And I say to Piano, "Well I mean, imagine if like... Glenn Gould went up to you and gave you this, wouldn't you want to hold on to it before you ate it?" And Piano nods knowingly and says "Yeah, I suppose so."
I don't remember anything after that.
I'm a little creeped out.
