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Woke Up This Morning

I had a strange dream.  No, it was not a dream about a fiery ball crashing a giant statue built to commemorate me.

I was to play for a friend’s wedding.  This friend is already married and I did play for her wedding a few years ago.  Anyway, I was told to be at the hall by a certain time.  For weddings, I make it the point to go early.  Just to warm up and start playing while people fill in the church.  Unfortunately for this wedding, it took me ages to get ready (I normally take only half an hour tops to get ready).  I couldn’t find time to get ready.  So I left without shoes. 

I got there with my Mom.  Then I stupidly realize that I’m shoeless, so I told her that I  need to go back home for my shoes.  She gave me a key to a motorbike.  I went to the parking lot and found the bike attached to some kind of contraption, like a tuk tuk.  The key that my Mom gave me, however, was not for the bike.  But it was for a drawer.  I unlocked the drawer hoping for a key for the bike but there was none.  I started causing a scene, which led to a pole falling into a ditch.  It was a steel pole.  The pole “floated around” and suddenly there was a violent churning in the water.  Apparently there were propellers that were ensuring continuous flow of the water.

I went back to the hall soaked and dirty (I went into the ditch to take the steel pole out).  I got to the hall, and I could hear someone vocalizing.  I went in and met my Mom and I told her that I wasn’t able to go home to get my shoes. 

I woke up.  

Comments

Kim said…
i think this means that you have cold feet
6:42 AM
bloghopper said…
For all it's worth, at least you just went back to the hall all wet and dirty. It could've been worse. Ever dreamt of parading naked in front of everyone...in CHURCH!!!!!! Even the minister would say, 'The Lord has always blessed you my child, but just this once, He's going to GET YOU!!'
12:19 PM
Unknown said…
Dun bluff... this was a piece of fictional writing you right... ur practising or something... Who remembers dreams in this much detail??? I hardly remember if I dream at all in the first place! :p
8:15 PM
Lorena said…
dreams are just plain silly sometimes..it's just totally twisted and still we accept whatever our senses come in contact with in dreamland. such a good citizen..you saved the steel pole!
7:11 PM
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