Another entry for Pshyc....
Dream, usually about a few minutes after I wake up I try to remember my dreams I had. I replay the images over and over again so I could remember them and tell someone about it. But usually when I do try to recall them, I can't even remember the good parts of the dialog parts or even who was in the dream. But today I clearly remembered what went on in my mind. Although there were different parts to my dream, I remember just the part that I dreamed about before waking up. I had attended my younger brother's middle school band class. I brought my flute and was about to take it out of the case, but I had looked away and when I looked back all that was left of my flute was the head joint. I had searched like crazy for the other two pieces, but no luck. In the end, just before I woke up, in my dream I was on my knees and praying to the heavens for God to bring back my flute. I was praying really had and even started to cry. And thats when I woke up, waking up to my prayers in my dream. I guess the reason this dream came to me was because I had wanted to practice my flute yesterday, but ended up falling asleep and today I would need my flute for band rehearsal. Dreams have a funny way of creating a story.