Dream

[poliphilo]

We are at the Olympics. I am going to interrupt the proceedings to read a statement of political protest on behalf of my friend, Ian Jack, the long jumper. (I really don't know why he can't read it himself.) The statement runs to five sheets of handwriting and I've no idea what it says. I am wearing a pink dressing gown.

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[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

And did you wake up (mercifully) before taking over the microphone?

This is wonderful.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Yes the dream ended before I embarassed myself.

(The dressing gown is real and belongs to Ailz)

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

I often dream that I am about to perform (on the piano or playing a flute--anything) and don't know the music.

I'm glad you woke up in time.

(Only this morning I had performance anxiety--as usual--over the oddest thing--our organist asked me to pull out two stops for him on the organ when he reached a certain point on a long, fast, and difficult piece.

I thought I could easily do it--there were no pages to turn, because he had xeroxed down nine or so pages and taped them together, but I lost my place while reading his music!

It was going lickety-split, and I had NO IDEA where he was and WHEN TO PULL OUT THE STOPS.

Finally he reached the final page where he had a purple piece of paper attached to the spot, but try as I could, I couldn't read fast enough to follow him!

The moment approached, and I thought (oh, the horror): shall I just guess, or let it just not be done?

But at the last microsecond, he whispered "okay," and I pulled out the stops, and the quality of the music changed instantly.

I was a wreck, but he never knew. Or perhaps he did and hates me now...

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

My anxiety dreams are usually church-related. I'm having to take a service and I can't find the vestments or I can't find the place in the book.

And all the while the congregation sits patiently, waiting for me...

That experience with the stops sounds horrific. But, no, I don't believe the organist noticed a thing.

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

I remember now that you have talked before about your Church Dreams.

I've had church dreams that reflect very accurately how I'm feeling about my life in the church, everything from being deliberately passed by during communion to being drawn into a circle of singers.

I will confess--oh, it's not a confession.

I often don't take communion now. When I do, I try to find my own meaning in it.