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It Was Only A Dream

I was speeding down I85, late to a performance, when everything came to a screeching halt ahead of me. I managed to get my little Honda Accord stopped in time, but the mini van behind me didn’t fare as well, and smacked into my bumper, then didn’t even bother to stop. He careened into the Peach Pass lane and was out of sight before the curse words went through my brain and out of my mouth.

Suddenly, the traffic broke free; once again, I was speeding toward my performance venue when I saw the errant mini van balanced on its front end in the Peach Pass lane, folded up like an accordion. Sad for their misfortune but feeling vindicated in a sick sort of way, I kept my eyes on the road ahead until I reached my destination.

The rest of the musicians were already on stage, tuning up; frantically, I searched for my long black gown but I couldn’t find it anywhere. However, with the assistance of my son and my gentleman friend, I eventually located my dress and zipped it on. Unfortunately, the hem was a good six inches too long since I had apparently forgotten to bring my high heels with me and I stumbled over it as I attempted to walk out on stage. Then I tripped completely and fell right on top of my clarinet, splintering my well broken-in size two reed. Since I had no spares available, I was forced to borrow a size six reed from a colleague. But the only sound I could get out of that piece of bamboo was a squeak.

A disaster, right? I’d call it a nightmare.

* * *

Indeed, this is an exact retelling of a horrifying dream I had Saturday night. And I didn’t have a clue what this one meant. An all points bulletin on Facebook revealed nothing until an old friend from high school finally replied with his wisdom. This is what he had to offer.

The mini crashing into your car, then having a fatal accident is your way of showing that you are OVER that guy who moved in with you a while ago. The car represents a big family; that you knew it was a fatal crash means that you accept that it is OVER.

The dress and clarinet represent your anxiety about being a desirable woman, as well as good in your chosen field.

The heels and wrong reed size are your acknowledgement that you do in fact “get by” in both areas.

Your son and the unknown guy are the men you care about in your life. Your son, is well, your son; the unknown guy is the guy you will meet, your future happy hubby. That means you have not given up, and you think you can find him.

I don’t know how you feel about dream interpretation, but this one totally works for me.

The moral of the story? Keep your eyes on the road ahead. Stash an extra pair of high heels in the car. Always have an extra broken in clarinet reed at the ready (incidentally, there is no such thing as a size six reed.)

And never, ever, ever give up.

 

Carol Burnside - December 1, 2011 - 12:51 am

Whew! Glad that was just a dream. Bet you were sweating it while the dream was occurring though.

Have a great day, Pam!

Marilyn Baron - December 1, 2011 - 5:26 am

That was a detailed dream. It’s amazing that you remembered it. I believe dreams do signify something that our subconscious is trying to tell us but I don’t know how to interpret them.Maybe the mini van is a giant fear or obstacle or hurdle you are trying to get over and it’s finally (fatally) out of your way. Now you’re free and clear to accept the good things that are waiting for you on life’s highway. I believe in the never give up philosophy. One thing for sure is that you had me on the edge of my seat with your nightmare story. If you haven’t already you should try writing suspense.Great post.

Linsey Lanier - December 1, 2011 - 7:23 am

Way cool post, Pam. You had me there for awhile. LOVE that interpretation from Facebook.

No such thing as a six inch reed? Hysterical. Thanks for the inspiration and the laugh. I’ll remember this today. :)

Tamara LeBlanc - December 1, 2011 - 7:29 am

I’m with Linsey, WAY COOL post!
And hey, it’s not the size of the reed, but the way it’s used that counts…or does that not fly with musical instruments? ;)
I would LOVE to have that guy interpret one of my recurring dreams. I’d really like to know what it means.
But I sure enjoyed hearing what he had to say about yours. Makes sense to me.
Great post Pam!
Have a wonderful Thursday!!
Tamara

Sia Huff - December 1, 2011 - 8:20 am

Wow Pam, I’m glad it was just a dream too. So vivid in the details.
It’s funny how someone who knows you can see things or interpret what we can’t. What a great perspective and from the male POV.
Do you remember any details about your new guy friend?

Pam Asberry - December 1, 2011 - 9:16 am

Yes, Carol, I was REALLY sweating while this dream was happening. It seemed all too real!

Pam Asberry - December 1, 2011 - 9:17 am

I don’t usually remember my dreams, Marilyn, which is why this whole scenario was especially strange. Your interpretation makes perfect sense. Hm, I’ve never considered writing suspense. But now that you mention it, maybe I will! Thanks for the suggestion!

Maxine Davis - December 1, 2011 - 9:19 am

You do remmeber details, I’ll give you that! And I do like that friend’s interpreation of a dream. Sounds like a brilliant person! Take care of yourself! No such thing as a size six reed? That’s funny! I was really feeling sorry for you thinking it all really happened!

Pam Asberry - December 1, 2011 - 9:19 am

I actually had to look it up Sunday morning, Linsey, but the biggest reed out there is a size four; they are numbered according to hardness, from 1.4 to 4. I play a 3, so a 6 was a real stretch for me, LOL! Glad I made you laugh!

Pam Asberry - December 1, 2011 - 9:21 am

Thanks, Tamara! My friend called himself the “dream doctor”; maybe he should hang out a shingle and do this professionally, LOL! Thank you for your comments. :-)

Pam Asberry - December 1, 2011 - 9:22 am

Unfortunately, Sia, I don’t remember any of the details about my gentleman friend. I wrote everything I could remember down as soon as I woke up Sunday morning or I probably wouldn’t remember anything at this point, LOL!

Pam Asberry - December 1, 2011 - 9:23 am

I was feeling sorry for myself all throughout the dream, Maxine! :-)

Natalie Hardy - December 1, 2011 - 9:38 am

I love the interpretation! I need to talk to this guy…

Pam Asberry - December 1, 2011 - 9:47 am

LOL, Natalie!! :-)

Susan Carlisle - December 1, 2011 - 10:42 am

Okay, Pam I was already picking up my purse to come to your house to comfort you and was relieved to find out it was a dream! Dreams can be wild. I dreamed once that my mother broke out of jail and drove a ’65 mustang through the swamp. I don’t even want to know what that one meant. Glad yours wasn’t for real.

Pam Asberry - December 1, 2011 - 10:48 am

Oh my goodness, Susan, I think your dream beats mine! I’m glad neither one of them was for real! :-)

Dianna Love - December 1, 2011 - 12:05 pm

Pam – yikes. I’m glad it was only a dream. I definitely think things like happiness, stress and other emotions influence our dreams. I like when my characters show up to entertain me. :)

Pam Asberry - December 1, 2011 - 12:39 pm

Yes, Dianna, I was thinking parts of this could work in a romantic comedy. :-) Thank you for stopping by!

Sandra Elzie - December 2, 2011 - 7:07 am

Pam,
I’m late, but I thoroughly enjoyed the post. Yes, we can have some very entertaining dreams…some that scare us right out of our shoes.

I dreamed recently that I birth a baby boy…and I was thrilled….talk about a nightmare!!!!! And I REALLY don’t want to know what that one meant…I’m just praying that it’s not prophetic.

Pam Asberry - December 2, 2011 - 9:09 am

LOL, Sandra! I am guessing that bouncing baby boy represents a work of fiction you are about to launch into the world. Let’s hope so, anyway! :-)

Sally Kilpatrick - December 2, 2011 - 9:10 am

Glad to know I’m not the only one with vivid dreams! May your dream interpretation be right in every possible way. :wink:

Tami Brothers - December 2, 2011 - 12:12 pm

Hey Pam! Sorry to be late. LOVE the post. I don’t usually remember my dreams. In fact, I honestly can’t think of any recent ones. The only one coming to mind was of a fire when I was a little girl and me running into my parents bedroom because I was so scared that it felt real. I remember them having this huge waterbed with air sides and me sliding down on my mom’s side (to the floor) and sleeping there because I was so scared. No idea why when I think of dreams this is the ONLY one that comes to mind…

Your friend is spot on with his interpretation. I like it and it totally makes sense. So I say let’s go with it. :)

Hugs!

Tami

Pam Asberry - December 2, 2011 - 7:04 pm

Thanks, Sally! I’m actually meeting a new fella for coffee tonight. Wish me luck!

Pam Asberry - December 2, 2011 - 7:07 pm

I went years without remembering my dreams, Tami; suddenly, I am having crazy, vivid dreams every night. I am thinking I should start a dream journal. And I am definitely going with Pat’s interpretation. I have so much to look forward to! :-)

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