April 22, 2008
Strange dreams continue: an orchestra assembled and waiting for the reveal of music and conductor, while I pull out nearly every woodwind instrument from my flute case, garnering strange looks from the rest of the orchestra. I look at the music that is passed out, and although it is one of my favorite pieces, I am unable to bring the notes into focus. In another dream, Iím knitting with yarn that keeps breaking, with nearly every stitch, no matter how gentle I am. It doesnít take a genius to understand what these dreams mean, but Iíd rather dream of solutions.