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why yes, i *do* like the sound of my own voice
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September 2009
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why yes, i *do* like the sound of my own voice [userpic]
Weird dream with disjointed images plus a bit of morning

Edit: Argh! I'm not *that* kind of groggy. But I am groggy.

Listening to a concert by a brass quartet in a large churchlike thing. House was packed. It was at Dad's church, but not one of the ones he has now. They ended with an arrangement of a symphony in which they played tiny horns and someone played a tiny trombone - this is a recurring phenomenon (the symphony with the tiny horns was once performed in a dream in the RH at school.) At first I was sitting up in front on the left right next to them. Then later I was sitting on the right just a couple rows back from the middle aisle (running from right to left). There was a really pesky boy and he was hacking me off, so I told him he needed to sit still. He ran off and told his mom that I'd practically yanked his arm out (okay, there may have been some truth to this; he seemed to need it) but it was OK 'cos I was the preacher's daughter and plus, I had kind of coordinated the whole thing. At the end of the symphony they talked and talked about the really low note it had ended on and then they asked me what it was. I was like, "I don't know, F?" So then they all gave me a hard time.
Under a pavilion there was a slide that you could adjust so it was either smooth, had a small jump in the middle, or had a big jump in the middle (there was this flap with a prop under it.) Dr. Ruess had gone to see if it would be a good place for the band picnic and had decided it would be 'cos of the slide (which he was sitting in the middle of in a white resin chair at the moment.)
I had been doing something and I was semi-reclined on some large smushy piece of furniture. Ethan quit working and came and laid down right on top of me while I was trying to have a discussion with someone else (possibly Gabe or Michael or Chris Patrick or someone else.)
Sarah and I were driving to a coffeshop or something. Someone else was coming too. I was driving some old clinker and I had to parallel park steep downhill on the left, which was not a problem then, 'cos there weren't many cars. We went in and when we came back out, the street was packed. The next thing we saw was Doc driving Sarah's pickup truck (oldish and light blue.) He parked it right in the middle of the road on the overpass. Sarah wondered why Doc had stolen her truck. I figured it was just one of those things Doc did, besides the fact that she persisted in leaving her keys on the passenger-side floormat and all the windows open.
I was leaving a laundromat and I saw Mom and she continued to give me grief about not knowing what the last note of the symphony was. Then I remembered that it was a Symphony in A. Thus, the last note was an A. Then my *mom* reminded me that the horns were in Bb. So I said "FINE, so it's a G." [This is not the case; if the symphony was in A and the horns were in Bb, the last note would have been a B natural. The horns would have had to have been pitched in D for it to be a G. However, this might evidence some subconscious connection between Josh's concerto in D major and the fact that the piccolotrumpet, which *is* a tiny horn... by horns I have meant generic brass instruments, not french horns... is pitched in A, not Bb, and it was very odd for my mom to be telling *me* stuff about music, and she must have been wrong.)
I told Dad off 'cos he was being a jerk. I said, "It really hurts me when you say things like that." He said "Say whatever it was I said that hurt you." I said "Why would I say something that hurt me? Why would I do that?"

That's all I can remember right now. I think there was a weird-shaped indoor pool in there somewhere too. I can't really tell what it is, I've just got this hazy shape in my mind that seems like it might be a weird-shaped indoor pool. With light fixtures.

I had some really good tea and was trying to think of what to do with myself today (I need to go shop for graduation presents.) But then, 'cos my dream was written down and I didn't have to think about it anymore, I remembered all the things I was grouchy about yesterday. Grrngh.

In better news, Mallory (whose name I'm afraid I've just misspelled, sorry!) and Paul are DM's for next year. Rah, Mallory & Paul! :D

(And Katy gets a cookie for telling me :D)

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