This morning, I had a dream that I kept waking out of (thank you, alarm clock!) and going right back into every time I hit the ‘snooze’ button (thank you, brain!).
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My friend Andrea, one of her female friends and I are hanging out and walking around downtown Portland somewhere, late at night. We walk into a mall, which is closed. There is a huge, lighted fountain in one section of the mall, and there is a grand piano in the section that is located behind the fountain.
We walk to the piano, and Andrea starts to play something totally random and cool, with lots of banging and dissonance mixed with beauty (in A minor!). Then she steps on one of the pedals, and it repeats the phrase that she ended with. She stands up and smiles, and her friend and I start laughing and clapping. The piano is still making sound, and I sit down and play octave A’s up high, kinda slowly and rhythmically around Andrea’s loop. Then the loop fades out, and I morph the piece into a little something in A minor, and then change it into 7/8 time. I have a little cello exercise I made up, and it was based on that exercise.
After I finish, the sound of the fountain sounds like a crowd of people clapping, so I laugh, stand up from the bench, face the fountain and say, “Thank you! Everyone! Thank you!” The three of us laugh, and then turn away and walk out of the mall.
The setting for the dream changes, and we are now standing in a short line of people waiting to get into a movie theater. Once we walk through the door, however, we realize that it is actually a movie set. It is a large, wooden room, with bright lights in the ceiling. The filmmaker (who, incidentally is DrummerScotty, who I play with in IrishBand in real life) is shooting a scene involving a guy and girl making out on a chaise longue. The two are doing their thing valiantly, and Andrea seems exasperated with the whole thing. She says something like, “I hate acting. It seems like anybody could just be making out with anybody else.”
As soon as she says that, the guy actor starts making out with one of the guys in the film crew, and the girl starts making out with me, for a really long time. [That was very fun, I have to say.] Afterwards, Andrea, her friend and I go out to look at the rest of the set. There are a couple of pictures of the actress I made out with, and when Andrea sees them she says, “I don’t care what they say about that girl, she was really beautiful.” “Yes, she was,” I agree, smiling knowingly.
Then the dream changes again, and I am walking on the set by myself. The crew are filming near where I am, so I walk around the edge of the room so as not to disturb them or be in a shot or anything. I walk to the back and hide around the corner of a wall, peeking out, so that I can watch the action.
The camera starts to pan around to where I am, so I move back into the shadows. Then the film crew starts to move toward me, and lights come on in that part of the set. I quickly scurry back to the corner of that room, and two guys from the crew are already back there. They whisper to me that I should try to get out of there if I can. Just then, two of the other actors walk into the room, and the camera is wheeled in, filming all the while. I crawl on the floor as quietly as I can, to keep myself out of the shot. I am worried that they will see me and have to re-take the shot, but luckily they do not.
