I don't remember my dreams very often, but when I do they're usually weird in a "haha" kinda way. Last night I had one of those dreams:
I arrive in a looooooong, wide and tall hallway that curves gently, so you can't see it end to end. It's vastness reminds me of the halls in the Kennedy Center. There are 4 or 5 rows of people lining the entire hall and they're all holding musical instruments. I realize they are a marching band and I'm a member. They're chatting and wearing street clothes, so I figure they must be waiting for practice to start. I find my place in line and hug my friends (we're all around my current age - 30). The dude in front of me turns around and it's my boyfriend Paul Rudd (Clueless, any Frat Pack movie). We hug, peck on the lips and I remember thinking in my head "He's so cute and he's my boyfriend!".
Haha.
Anywho, the scene cuts to the next day and I'm walking into another practice. I'm a little early, but looking around I see all the flute players (my instrument) were holding piccolos and I brought my flute. I'm really mad at myself for doing something so stupid because in marching band just being late was a serious offense. (Side note: when I was actually in the marching band our instructor's motto was "To be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late and to be late is to be dead." He made us repeat that on a regular basis. - 15 years later and I'm still panicking about it in dreams). I see Paul Rudd and tell him what's going on. Fear floods his normally happy eyes. We embrace like it's the last time we're going to see each other and I leave to get my piccolo.
Fin.
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