January 24, 2008 at 11:57 PMI moved to a new dorm with my Japanese friend Megumi because my old roommate and I could live together due tot he fact that I was allergic to her and she was allergic to me. Literally, we would sneeze in eachother's presence all the time.
So, last night, in my new dorm, I had a fascinating dream.
I woke up. I walked over to the music building. I took my violin out of "his" locker and went to practice. When I began to play, something did not seem right. I sounded good. Really good. Like Milstein good. Like Anne-Sophie Mutter good. Like Sarah Chang good. Like Ricci good. You get the point.
My eyes widened in amazement. I feared that if I stopped playing, my new amazing sound would disappear. So, I kept playing no matter where I went. I walked out of the practice room down to my teacher's house and played for her. She was amazed, of course. Then she drove me to Eastman to show some of her friends my newfound talent. I did not stop playing; I continued to play even when I was in the front seat of the car. I never tired or ached. My energy was amazing. Many years passed, and I was known as "The Violinist Who Never Tires." I was about 30 years old and pretty with a nice 36 24 36 figure (At this point I was aware this was just a dream).
One day, as I played my violin in the grocery store, a man walked up to me and told me to shutup. I ignored him even as the steam was coming off his face. I noticed him, how could I not with those chiseled features and (sigh)...
Everyday, this man would come to my house or wherever and tell me to shutup. I started to fall in love with him. Since it was my dream, I made him fall in love with me, too.
One night, as we ate dinner at a restaurant, and I played my violin, he said, "Jasmine, we cannot get married and you continue playing that violin 24/7. You're going to have to make a sacrifice." I did not say anything, I just continued to play the Tchaikovsy. He rose out of his seat and began to walk away. I knew he was leaving and would never come back. So, I stopped playing. Everyone stopped chewing and stared at me. Someone started to dial the news station. BBC, CNN, New York Times, so on and so forth all arrived and stared at the woman who had been playing the violin 11 years straight, sitting silently as the table glancing at her love.
My man came back tot he table and sat down next to me and smiled.
And then, I ignited into flames.
Moral of the dream: Do not fall in love. Or do not become too attached to the violin. It could be either one.
My dream above, I had because I am always worried about my future with violin, and also I was talking to my roommate about marriage and whatnot. I said, "I do not want to get married." So in the dream, when I stopped the violin for a man, my statement must have been true that I did not want to get married because I burst into flames.
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