TBTT#35 Quitting Band and Taking Names ~ 6/9/2015

I dreamed we were all going into band class, rehearsing our entrance for a concert. I was wearing a heavy necklace, and wasn’t making very good time getting to my seat, so the band director called out to me that I needed to move my booty and get seated, that I was holding everyone up. Apparently I thoroughly objected to his mentioning my booty. I turned around and told him he was being completely inappropriate, and I was leaving. I walked right out of band class.

I then proceeded to tell everyone who asked me, stunned, why I had quit, the story of what had happened. Since I wasn’t the only person moving slow, but had been singled out, it really wasn’t fair. Also, I didn’t have the right stand to use the iPad for my music that the director wanted me to use, so I had been carrying my paper music as well, and that had slowed me up. People asked me if I was quitting band for good, and I said no, but I was going to stick to my more easy going ensembles that didn’t make a performance out of getting to your seat.

In my dream, I was a much better player than I am in real life, so this was a pretty big deal. But my mom agreed that the band director had been out of line to use the word booty with regard to me. When I got to concert band, though, and sat next to my friends Lynne and Joanna (because the saxophones could sit with the trumpets if they wanted), I learned that the objectionable band director was guest conducting my concert band. At least by now I had figured out the iPad music thing, and gotten rid of two of the heavy stone pendants on my necklace.

Since I sat in the back, the director didn’t really notice me. But I left as soon as rehearsal was over, and took a back way through the small, medieval village we were staying in, so I could get home unnoticed and sulk in private. Then I woke up.

Even in My Dreams Dating Sucks ~ 5/10/2018

I dreamed I was preparing to fight a war on the far side of the galaxy. I was part of a platoon digging ancient castles and other fortifications out of centuries of blown sand on a desert world. Once we got the sand cleared out, the engineers would come in and arm the towers, and we diggers could go on one last shore leave on our home planets before we got stationed for battle.

I was on a freight ship that had earth somewhere along the middle of its route. I was worried that it would take so long to get there that I wouldn’t get to see my friends and family. But I met some interesting people on the ship, and we all programmed each other into our comm links. The tall blond guy I had at comm channel 047 became a good friend, and we flirted a bit, and maybe would have dated, if there hadn’t been a war, we lived on the same planet, and he hadn’t turned out to be a huge misogynist when he didn’t get everything he wanted right away.

He tried to back track when I got pissed at him, but then I learned a bit more from people who’d known him longer, so I told him to leave me alone, and I ceremoniously cleared the programming from 047. The ship dropped me in British Columbia, where I’d moved to be in the forest. It was lovely after my desert stint, but before I could really enjoy what was left of my leave, I woke up.