I'm in a circular stadium, playing at a piano built into the wall, with my back to the audience. I am nervous, knocking the pedals in a strange way, but I am aware of myself singing. I'm happy with the way my voice sounds, but something is wrong with the piano.
I look backwards into the crowd, and see that people are all laughing. I spot Gail, and she winks at me. I feel better all of a sudden, and turn around to the piano. I begin to play as I've never played before. People are clapping. I'm going off about bling, and end up tossing the rings I'm wearing into the crowd behind me. They seem to like that. I am becoming more and more dramatic, and when I look down, the piano has turned into my organ. I'm happy, and look around for the person who has so kindly set me up with my next instrument. It is only as I'm searching that I'm aware again of feeling sad and somewhat lost.
Next, I am walking through a crowd of people. My first thought is that I am at the Bumbershoot festival in Seattle, but then I realize that I am at some sort of convention, and get super stoked.
I am walking around, dodging people all over the place, not finding anyone I recognize. Then I run into Baba Brinkman. He is dressed in what looks like a zoot suit, but has a beard. He gives me a giant bear hug and I nuzzle into him, and try to get him to recite a poem to me. He won't. Says he is late for a performance, and leaves me a note that I fold into many pieces and put in my pocket. Am very aware of feeling disappointed, but only for a brief moment.
I remind myself that there are all these little pockets of adventure around every corner. Awesome sauce brewing on deep levels in all zones.
As I continue on, I realize that I'm actually inside some kind of institute. There is some kind of anxious outtro to this dream, in which I'm supposed to teach a workshop and am looping in a series of clock checks and melting schedules and strange misdialed numbers as I try to sort out what's going on.
Woke up this morning and hit the Gibsons thrift store. The first person I ran into when I got inside was Gail. Go figure. I was like, "You were in my dream last night!" And she thought it was kind of trippy because we NEVER run into each other outside of the Creek. Also, I was looking for this girl's number last night because I lost it in the laundry. Never found it. But guess who was the second person I ran into in the thrift store? HER!