I had a dream last night about being in high school again. It seems that I can't shake these memories. Everyone dreams about running naked down the hall, or not being able to remember their locker combination. This dream was about me being a mentor to inner city youth, in the music program. I was trying to teach the kids about D.C al coda. or D.C al segno. I can't remember how these work today. They are somehow terms in music that allow you to cut and paste a musical composition, much like we do with out computer, when blogging.
The interesting thing about this dream was that the music teacher couldn't figure out how to reach these troubled kids. In this dream, I was sort of a martyr. I was trying to inspire the kids, and teach them a voice of the human spirit. The teacher was just frustrated and beaten by the whole idea of making a difference anymore.
It's funny as we wake from our dream, how distant they becomes as we wake up in the morning. I will bet you I can sleep tonight and fit another piece to this dream. Hopefully, like these music compositions, that we fit together piece by piece. Reality is much like dreams, and our waking consciousness disappears like memories, of our youth.
The interesting thing about this dream was that the music teacher couldn't figure out how to reach these troubled kids. In this dream, I was sort of a martyr. I was trying to inspire the kids, and teach them a voice of the human spirit. The teacher was just frustrated and beaten by the whole idea of making a difference anymore.
It's funny as we wake from our dream, how distant they becomes as we wake up in the morning. I will bet you I can sleep tonight and fit another piece to this dream. Hopefully, like these music compositions, that we fit together piece by piece. Reality is much like dreams, and our waking consciousness disappears like memories, of our youth.
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