My dreams have made it clear to me that music has dug its
way deep, deep, deep into my subconscious.
I think a dream specialist would have a heyday diagnosing the various
issues music has caused in my life. I'll try to make some sense of them for you and I'd love to hear your interpretations as well (PG rated comments only, please).
I’ll start with the dream I had last night. I woke up this morning feeling utterly
baffled by it.
I have been celebrating my
recent completion of school for the past few weeks.
Look, I graduated! (Does this mean I can now go by “Master
Burns?”)
The fact that I am done forever is still sinking in. Of course, there is that sneaky little line
in the ceremony about graduation being subject to the completion of all degree
requirements. But that hasn’t been a
concern for me. I knew before graduation
day that I had passed all of my courses and completed all other requirements to
graduate. At least I thought I did…
Last night I found myself back at Manhattan School of
Music. Graduation was to happen in a few
days, but I had procrastinated one task until the very end: the “sew a giant
stuffed animal” requirement (????!!!).
Sewing a giant stuffed animal was required only of students in my
particular program, the Orchestral Performance program. A violinist in the program showed me her giant
stuffed bunny.
She clearly wasn’t a
professional seamstress, but it was a good piece of work. I, on the other hand, was due to present my
work in a few hours, and had nothing to show to Glenn Dicterow (concertmaster
of the New York Philharmonic and Chairman of the OP Program). I planned to pass off this beautiful bunny,
which was an Easter gift from my mother, as an original piece of work.
It wasn’t giant, but it was something. It was very stressful, but then I woke up.
I admit parts of this dream are nothing short of
bewildering. But this is how I interpret
it: 1. I secretly fear that instead of my diploma coming in the mail, a letter
stating that I am not eligible to graduate will show up. 2. I
no longer know how to live without stress in my life. Since I have been doing an ok job of staying
calm, my dreams had to make up for the shock of tranquility my body is going
through. 3. I am probably too fond of
stuffed animal bunnies.
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