I wanted to report on yesterday morning's (or the night before's) dream, but I knew there was no way this one was leaving me so I procrastinated.
It was on the classic "being unprepared for a musical" theme, but with a twist: This time I was neither playing piano or keyboards nor music directing. It was another production of A Chorus Line which I played last year, with the same MD (he was shockingly incapable) but with another MD/keyboard friend playing the keys this time, and I had somehow volunteered to play the oboe. Mind you, I've never even held an oboe in real life or even in the dream, and I can only blame Jason Graae's little performance Sunday evening for being the instigator of this abomination. Hell, I was even thinking of that high D at the end of his song right there in the dream, so there's no way he can wiggle out of this.
So that other keyboard friend had brought the oboe for me to use (he doesn't play or have one, either), and while the band was setting up for its first rehearsal (in somewhat the same location as last year's, except that this venue was in more like a covered tent outdoors), I was thinking to myself that I have to (1) somehow put the instrument together, reed and all, and (2) do my best to fake the fingering for today, till I can sit down with a book or something later and properly figure it out. This bravado was based on the fact that in real life, in high school, I taught myself the flute/piccolo notes and fingerings just for fun. But there's no rhyme or reason for this kind of bizarre variation on a typical dream theme, except, for Mr. Graae's audacity.
Finally, as all such dreams must, this one began going downhill fast, culminating with some gal (based on no one that I can recall) taking advantage of something that had distracted me, and stealing the oboe right out from under me. Thinking about it now, of course, I should be thanking her. Oy!
