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Thursday, February 21, 2013
So today I realized how incredibly sick I'm getting with the dreams that came to visit me tonight. First my life turned into marching which absolutely hate and couldn't march in the dream anyways because I was too sick and couldn't keep up. My body was too slow and weak to move in their quick pace. Plus, I was out of the line which would've never been good marching. Next, it seemed like a concert was about to begin so I ran inside the "school" which we happened to be marching through, this was what a appeared a high school with random students with headphones on sweeping outside. Interestingly enough, I offered them to listen to our music and they ignored me because they couldn't hear me. I ran inside, I offered a kid five dollars for a baritone which he took and then he handed me my money and said I could just have his instrument. I went back where we played "Air" by bach. Which I confidently smiled and said that I had played that solo a long time ago. In those few minutes I heard the most beautiful arrangement of "Air" and I wish I could write it down on paper. In those few seconds I enamored a doll and destroyed her love for me because of her conditional love as I said that R.L. Turner was a terrible speech giver.
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