5/26-5/27
There were three parts of my dream I remember:
- I was playing some 3-on-3 coed basketball on a Tuesday. I was making quite a few pass interceptions, but then when I was wide open for a 3-point shot, I kept air-balling. Eventually though, my team won.
When the game ended, this tall, mean-looking guy from the other team came up to me, pushed me, and threatened to beat me up. My teammates intervened and broke it up. then, the aggressor announced that his team would have practice at 9am tomorrow and that his team would surely beat mine on Friday, the next time we played.
We were getting ready to go when someone brought up the issue of payment. Apparently this recreation was some summer program and there was a fee. So I asked how much? Someone replied, "$5,000." I was like, "What?!" "Only kidding," the other person responded. Then he asked me how many clarinets $5,000 could buy. Definitely a pretty good one, but I also told him some professionals use clarinets worth 7-8 thousand.
- I had climbed to the top of a cliff with Grahsler and I was chatting with her in Spanish. Then we jumped off the cliff and started flying. We were coasting across Whippany - I saw the school's track - and then we were headed into Morristown. I remember asking Grahsler something like "¿Por qué manejas un coche a la escuela si puedes volar?" [Why do you drive a car to school if you can fly?] I don't remember what her reply was, but I realized I needed to go back to the school, so we parted ways. I was still carrying some books and wearing my orange backpack.
- I was exploring a building again and entered a room that seemed set up for a concert. I snooped around the musical instruments in the back. Suddenly, a whole bunch of people popped out from behind the instruments. One of them said they were the blind and deaf band. Then they started playing and once the music started, several of my high school friends came in the room and either started playing instruments or dancing. Then my alarm went off.
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5/29-5/30
Nightmare in two parts:
- We were exploring a building when suddenly, a small velociraptor jumped out and clamped its jaws around somebody's neck, killing him quickly. The rest of us ran outside. Then somebody told us about how the velociraptor sometimes did mass systematic killings, jumping from one neck to the next. It might come out either exit of the building and start killing people in the plaza.
Then, a group of young partiers walked up and started entering the building. We all waited, listening intently for the first screams, but they never happened.
Reflection: Yesterday (in RL), Gustavo and I got a TV from one of the students next door, so we were watching Sci-Fi. In the movie, two guys and a girl entered what I assumed was a bio temperature-controlled storage room (for cell samples, fossils, ice cores, vaccines, etc.) with large opaque floor-to-ceiling containers arranged neatly in rows, like a locker room. One guy slowly scoped out the room with a gun, row-by-row, like a police officer making sure a house is all-clear. The guy finished the room check and gave an "all clear." The other two people came in. The old man opened up a door on one of the containers and a velociraptor jumped out and took a big bite out of his neck. I think this movie stimulated my nightmare.
- I was taking a clarinet lesson with Mr. Zakian, my second clarinet teacher, in my home. I started out by playing my scales for him, just like any other lesson. But I had almost forgotten how to play my scales. I couldn't even play the C-major scale without stumbling. It's a 2-octave scale on the clarinet, and I kept trying to play 3 and ran out of notes to play. I got to the high G and came back down and ended on a low G, even though it was supposed to be a C scale. However, one scale I nailed, and that was the Gb scale.
Mr. Zakian told me my skills had deteriorated tremendously and he said the reason was because I was not practicing enough. He opened up the lesson book and pointed to the practice log at the bottom of each page and told me all the blank entries I had bothered him. I should fill them in with my practice times. We then spent the rest of the hour lesson practicing scales.
After the lesson, we both went outside and advised my mom on the Christmas decorations she was putting up. She was putting bedsheets, each with a big evergreen tree drawn on, onto tall wooden poles. Mr. Zakian told my mom these decorations looked terrible and she should take them down. I agreed.
Reflection: All my life, I've never had the discipline to practice any musical instrument regularly for any extended period of time. I would normally cram practicing on the day before my lesson or even the day of. For my lessons with Mr. Zakian at the Calderone School of Music, I would lie about my practice times, filling in fake practice times in the lesson book.
I remember I would often practice the Gb scale and finger it in band rehearsals because it was the scale with the most accidentals, so I thought it was hardest and it would be a challenge to master. However, the most common scale for me to finger or play was the chromatic scale. I liked playing it because you played every note on the instrument and you touched the most keys, so it was a good way to discover if keys or pads were sticking.
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