My dream was one from my standard
repertoire that hadn't seen much action lately. I was in this indoor mall type of place, that I took to be one in which the shops were more geared toward the wealthy, based on a snippet of a few ladies' conversation overheard as I was walking. But I was turning into the wing that held the concert hall, and when I entered it, they showed me to my seat. Then I was back out in the mall and I realized I really had to get in there now before the concert was to begin. This time I was given one of their last available seats over on the side, and I knew I should have just stayed there in the better section earlier. But now this new seating area was morphing into an outer lobby where, because it turned out they were indeed totally at capacity, they were setting up individual chairs for people and we'd be watching the concert on wall-mounted flat screen TVs. For whatever reason, the orchestra seemed to be the L.A. Philharmonic but there was nothing specific to go on. As soon as I sat in this lone chair, suddenly a kid I sort of recognized from one of the high school pits I've played in said "Hi Charles, Jim Webber" -- a name I remember from the dream with total clarity but which means absolutely nothing to me. So anyway, Jim Webber sat next to me, but now it was a table setting, and it looked like each long table would hold eight or more people. The place was rapidly filling up, but I got up to walk over somewhere and look at something, and when I got back to that table, Jim Webber and whoever else had joined were now across the lobby at another table. I didn't know if they were beckoning me to go over and join them there, or if I should just stay put. Yes, it was still the outer lobby of a "Philharmonic Hall" that was located in a shopping mall, and yes, the concert was still about to begin.
And that's it.
