Interpreting my Dreams

Last night I had one of those weird dreams again.

I say again, because I normally do not have dreams when I sleep. I just fall into a deep slumber and then my alarm wakes me up. Though when I do have dreams – they are always weird.

As I said earlier, last night was one of those weird dream nights. In the dream I was back at both of my old colleges. Well, it was a smattering of being at both the university and then the local college. More specifically, I was in the choir rooms. And a new college choir was being formed.

Faith Evans was the teacher. I remember recording her singing (which she did plenty of in this dream – lol) with my cell phone. And each time she sung, there were blinding bright theater lights and a small choir with her. I suppose it was in her contract(lol)? I was asked to join without auditioning after she saw me singing along to one of her songs. She floated over to me and pointed her microphone at me while motioning her other hand in a ‘come here’ fashion.

Now, in the dream, there was NO ONE else in the choir room when she started singing. Though when she had the microphone in my direction, the room became PACKED with people! Sigh. I slowly begin singing away and the scene changed to me and another woman being behind me, holding my shoulders and swaying me in time to the Faith Evans’ choir.

More students came in and I asked to be placed in the Alto section. Then some rail thin girl said, “Ugh. The Alto section? Why. Stop!” She said this in Spanish, by the way, and the fact that I understood her gave me the creeps! LOL

So the scene changed again (sigh!) to me being in the piano class room. It was more of an Alice in Wonderland piano room, because the piano was way higher than me when I sat down. I was in the middle of adjusting it when some Hispanic guy slithered in. He literally crawled under my piano bench and hissed out, “You know that you can’t do this again. Just sit this one out and hide in the back again.”

I looked him square in the eyes as I removed my hands from the piano and let it drop on his head.

A small voice then said, “That was not necessary.” I couldn’t see who said it and I didn’t care as I walked out of the room. But before I could reached the door, my phone starting ringing and woke me up.

I have some thoughts on what this dream could mean from my subconscious, but I am not ready to really go there and break down those feelings.

Though I am willing to open the floor to any of you that interpret dreams, can read tarot cards, or studying psychology in the comments below.

Thank you for reading, and as always – be inspired and stay inspiring!

– Soprano Musings