Dreamy

As a music zombie, you'd expect my dreams to have music in them.  Strangely though, my music dreams are all nightmares.  They all have to do with my instruments being lost or ruined in some weird way, or I've forgotten to show up to a gig or concert, or I did show up but had brought the wrong instrument or sheet music.

One dream that really stuck with me went like this:

I had driven to a person's house (don't know who, you know how vague and random people in dreams can be) and this house was on the top of a steep hill.  I drive a red Blazer, by the way, and it was in the dream too.  Anyway.  I park the car at the bottom of this hill and my clarinet, Vinny, (yes, I've named my clarinet.  Doesn't everyone?) is on the floor behind the driver's seat, where it usually rides when I take it places.

Well, I get out of the car, leaving Vinny behind, and go inside the house.  After getting lost in a maze of doors, I come back outside to see that it had rained while I was inside the maze-y house.  It had rained a lot.  The bottom of the hill was flooded, and my car was nearly completely underwater, which meant that my clarinet was now completely submerged in water.

Wooden clarinets should not be given baths.  They need humidity, but this was just too much.  The clarinet was ruined.  I was distraught.  I spent a good portion of the rest of the dream running around to every repairman I knew to see if soggy clarinets could be repaired.

Then I wake up.  After several seconds of intense worry, I look across the room to see my clarinet on the floor next to the bookshelf, where I had left it.  Dry and safe and not ruined by a flood.  Whew!