Describe your strangest/weirdest dream.

[KansDem]

Mine:

I was walking through a downtown area when suddenly the rear door of a concert hall flew open and I was told I had to play Tchaikovsky's Second Piano Concerto. These stagehands escorted me into the hall and backstage. I was suppose to walk out on stage where there were two grand pianos: one for the soloist (me) and the other was providing the accompaniment--a piano reduction of the orchestral score. The accompanist was already seated, waiting for me.

Well, I walked out on the stage and stood by the keyboard. The crowd applauded my presence, and, as is customary, I bowed. Not once but several times. While I was bowing, I took that opportunity to pick out discreetly the notes of the concerto's main theme with my left hand so I would have something to go on when the applause ended and the performance began. I intended to "fake" the whole thing.

The applause subsided so I knew I couldn't stall any longer. About that time a late comer to the concert came in the auditorium, so I grasp that chance to get out of performing. I faked becoming irate and started screaming at the audience, pointing out this one person as rude and insensitive to the artist. I said something to the effect that if this person was serious about art, he would have arrived on time. I further stated that this was the plight of the artist: trying to create for an ignorant, dilettante audience. I was able to rant long enough that I used up a considerable amount of time, after which I knew I had "an out." I then threw up my hands and screamed something like, "Well, now I have no more time!" and then stormed offstage.

I was relieved I didn't have to perform a work I didn't know (I don't even play piano that well), and was able to save face with a "frustrated, misunderstood artist" schtick.

[crimsonblue]

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I don't dream.