We're halfway through the list of ten dreams!!
Here we are at Number 5 already!! Wow!!
So far, we've had a Cat Looking at Coffee.
We've had Me Kicking the Wall while Playing Dream Kickball and Breaking My Freaking Toe.
We've had Waylon Jennings Birthday.
Last week? The ever-popular Elephant Panda Dog (I will paint him eventually, by the way)
OK, Zoe, I know. All this dream stuff takes away from you. We'll be done with it soon enough. I promise.
Up this week is a dream I had about marching band.
Raise your hands out there!!! Who was in marching band??? YAY!! Go you!!
What did you play? For me, it was the Alto Sax.
A side note: I was not a total band geek in high school. Sure, it's true. I was in marching band, concert band, pep band, and choir. BUT, I also played basketball, ran track, and played a fair amount of softball. Of course I warmed the bench a lot, but that's what happens when you're a little short, you know?
Here's the dream.
I am on a football field. I am alone, on the field, marching my routine and playing my sax. I think to myself, "Well, it IS a little weird that I'm the only one out here, but, I guess it's OK since that's just what is happeneing. Whatever." I just keep on marching.
(I know, I know. I'm a good little Band Geek.)
Suddenly, from above me, I hear music. I look up and there is the rest of the marching band spread out amongst about 6 hot air balloons. They are just leisurely floating down from the sky (while I'm doing all the work, I might add!).
The hot air balloons land in precisely the right locations for the routine. The balloon baskets open and instrumentalists march out (like clowns out of a clown car-- in this sort of never-ending stream that leaves you wondering how they all fit in there in the first place!). They all march out into PERFECT FORMATION!!! And they continue the routine as if nothing were weird about this at all.
That's all. No major anxiety. I wasn't naked. I didn't forget my locker combination or lose my shoes or forget to grab my algebra book or miss my bus. Nope. The marching band just came out of the sky and then marched the routine.
Maybe that was the routine? It would be kind of cool.
I mean, if you were a Major Band Geek who would think up such a routine.
Which, of course, I am NOT!
OK, who am I kidding? Maybe I am. But, I'm not the only one.
Let me see that show of hands again....