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You're not the only one. Although mine are usually MUCH nore bizarre. I had a very complicated dream once (I will spare you the details) where a friends mother was the one who had stolen it. I had to get it back, but she had sold it on. It ended up as one long horrible wild goose chase. I cant look at her now. I don't remember my dreams very often, but I always remember the "Break the Good Bow" dream. Yuck. Well, I've never had a dream like that, but in real life once my violin fell off my desk and the neck snapped off. This was the day before a competition, too! I had to play on my roommate's violin, and the competition did turn out very very well! But I was pretty upset. Apparently the person who repaired it said that if the neck was on correctly to begin with, it shouldn't have snapped that easily. Still not such a pleasant experience. Oh, God! I have those kinds of dreams all the time--I break it, or lose it, or someone steals it. I HATE those dreams. Yeccch! Oh, great stories and comments!

Ella, I can just see it. I've had dreams like that where I feel so ANGRY at the poor innocent person who's looking at me quizzically the next day, wondering what he/she did wrong. Or you keep it inside yourself and the relationship is from then on just a little different. (Like your friend's mom!)

And Amy, boy, I'll bet you were wishing your incident WAS a dream, and all you had to do was wait for the alarm to send you out of the dream. I cringe to think of it. So glad to hear that competition went well, tho.

ahhhh! those must be the worst set of nightmares ever! i had a dream once that i was holding the violin upside down with my left hand twisted around the wrong way, and my teacher kept bashing me over the head with a can in the supermarket...b/c thats where i was having my lesson...=/
thanks for ur comment! and yes it was fun =) goodluck with ur nightmares! haha >i had a dream once that i was holding the violin upside down with my left hand twisted around the wrong way, and my teacher kept bashing me over the head with a can in the supermarket...b/c thats where i was having my lesson...=/

Love it! : )

I vaguely remember a few broken violin dreams, but the kind that really recurs often is the "I went through the entire semester without going to a class and now it's time for the finals." and "I am back at Cornell in my last semester of my Ph.D. and I'm missing a required class I should have taken in the first year." In the dream, I'm worried about daycare for my kids, how to take the class while they are back in California, and I'm living in the dorm as a 40 year old. Argh! When I wake up I have to convince myself that I did get that PhD in 1988, and I have a job and I'm not missing that class and don't have finals coming up. Oh, Claire, that's so funny! I have academics dreams like that all the time. Wonder if every adult does? Oh, the sick feeling, of realizing you need to take a test and thought you'd dropped/completed the course ages ago.

Oh, ugh. Wonder which is worse - broken violin dreams or test-taking dreams. Then, of course there's the "I'm naked and no one else is" dreams. Then again, interestingly, on this latter dream, I've developed the habit in my dream of shrugging, saying, "What the heck, it is what it is, so I'll just keep my head up and not worry what everyone else is thinking," instead of the younger Terez's desperate efforts to hide herself.

Can't decide whether this is a form of self-improvement or a descent into depravity.

My Mom, who is of retirement age, who got her Bachelor's in the early 60's, and her Master's in the mid 60's, STILL has the academic dream: it is test day for a class that she is unknowingly registered for, and she is running around campus trying to find the building that the class is held in...
I also remembered the "booked to perform a concerto I not only don't know, but have never heard of and the concert is that night" dream. Thank goodness that one only pops up about once a year. Extra yucky. Definately. Or performance dreams where I forgot my violin somewhere far away, or brought the wrong instrument. Or, the one where I left it on the top of my car and drove off and it fell in the highway...oh wait, that one really happened...:)

(I got it back a few weeks later, someone found it in the road and returned to the nearest gas station a week or so later and saw the missing violin poster...note for all...have your ID in your case somewhere in case you leave it on your car!!).

I think we all have stress dreams of some sort. ORchestra dreams or playing dreams (can't remember how to hold hte bow or play a single note...).

Jennifer

>Or, the one where I left it on the top of my car and drove off and it fell in the highway...oh wait, that one really happened...:)

Eeeeee!! Oh, Jennifer! And Anne, I was just laughing as I read your post - nodding and laughing. : )

Haha! And then the thing is, when you go to your friends to tell them your horrible nightmare, they look at you like your nuts! I don't think I've ever dreamed anything bad about my violin. I only dream about grizzly bears. By golly, one of 'em outran me in my truck last night. I had a dream once that I was at a great concert of a famous violinist and I stayed a long time in my seat afterwards. Then I decided to venture onto the stage. To my surprise and dismay, I found half of that violinists priceless violin sitting on the floor of the stage. I took it to the violinist's helper person and she didn't think that it would be a big deal, but I was heartbroken. Yikes, Syd...perhaps you were slightly traumatized by the sight of Barnabás absentmindedly leaving his violin case on the table?

I've rarely had the naked at school (or rehearsal) dream, but I've discovered that the musician's equivalent of that old classic goes something like this one I had two years ago (and it's still vivid as hell): I am backstage at the Israel Philharmonic, a half hour away from playing the Khachaturian concerto under the baton of Zubin Mehta. (I was a big Israel Phil fan back then), when suddenly I realize I haven't learned the third movement yet. I woke up, freaking out, as my dream-self was frantically trying to learn the movement in the 30 minutes I had before going onstage.

These are so great - thanks, everyone, for sharing them. : )

Linda - my husband is one of those puzzled-faced people. He just doesn't get it. Sigh...