Fragments of dreams and dreams of music.
Hello,
I thought I should type up my dream before I forget it, well forget the rest of it.
So here's what I remember (which isn't much):
Neil Gaiman, Stephen Fry and myself were really very sleepy, so we decided to go to bed.
The same bed. It must have been a rather large bed.
When I woke up, within the dream, I promptly asked for autographs. :D
There was more, but it has floated away upon the clouds of discovery. They shall hatch in someone else's brain.
In other news:
I have been watching Nodame Cantabile again, I forgot how much that show makes me want to play music and be in an orchestra.
If only Mr. Justin never left, and I still had callus' on my fingers from pressing down on cello strings.
Incidentally I still cannot tune a cello, hmm I seem to have swapped broken strings for flat tyres.
*sigh* I'm sleepy, but I should probably try to finish my blasted poem, or attempt my online archaeology test for the week.
African Archaeology is interesting :D
I thought I should type up my dream before I forget it, well forget the rest of it.
So here's what I remember (which isn't much):
Neil Gaiman, Stephen Fry and myself were really very sleepy, so we decided to go to bed.
The same bed. It must have been a rather large bed.
When I woke up, within the dream, I promptly asked for autographs. :D
There was more, but it has floated away upon the clouds of discovery. They shall hatch in someone else's brain.
In other news:
I have been watching Nodame Cantabile again, I forgot how much that show makes me want to play music and be in an orchestra.
If only Mr. Justin never left, and I still had callus' on my fingers from pressing down on cello strings.
Incidentally I still cannot tune a cello, hmm I seem to have swapped broken strings for flat tyres.
*sigh* I'm sleepy, but I should probably try to finish my blasted poem, or attempt my online archaeology test for the week.
African Archaeology is interesting :D