That just makes no sense

I had SUCH a strange dream last night.

Let me preface the dream with this explanation: I have a former conductor whom I probably never want to play for again, unless something drastic happens to his high-brow, upturned nose, perfectionist attitude. Just an example, if someone is out during a rehearsal (rehearsal, not practice. Apparently, there’s a difference), he expects the part to be covered. This is fine, if there’s an alternate person playing it. Otherwise, some poor soul has to pull what I call “piccolo duty” and read off two parts for the whole “rehearsal.” This is difficult as a piccoloist, I can testify, much less with two full parts. Piccolo parts usually have significant resting spots, making it a little easier to switch over, find your place again, pick up the new instrument and play.

Reason #2 I don’t appreciate this conductor is that he is pouty. This falls in line with the perfectionist trait. When someone doesn’t play something correctly or something doesn’t go his way, he huffs and puffs all over the podium. I have never seen someone take a wrong note so personally. I wasn’t the culprit of any wrong notes while I was playing for this ensemble (I wasn’t there long enough to do so). I was a fill-in for two separate concerts in two different seasons. The 2nd time around, I was asked in a hurry. I had a conflict with one of the rehearsals, and I told him so. I think he just about cracked his egg. I saw his face get beet-red and he pursed his lips at me. I don’t remember what he said b/c it ticked me off, but it was enough for me to realize that this wasn’t the right ensemble for me. He even pushes aside charter members like someone else I constantly perform with in order to let a “better” person sit in their place.

So, I told you ALL that to tell you about my dream. Sorry. It was necessary so you can feel my confusion. Oh, and I also need to tell you that, since my washer/dryer work now, I did some late-night laundry and left some important clothes out for Hub to dry for me in the morning… which he did. Yes, this is relevant.

I dreamt that I was going to be late for a concert for THIS conductor. Why was I in that ensemble? Beats me. For some reason, though, I was dying to get up there and play. I get myself to the performance spot and find that I am wearing jeans instead of black pants (the same pants I really did wash last night – see, I told you it was relevant). The concert is about to begin. I am backstage and I see that the strings have already put up their bows to warm up or actually play, not sure which. I get around to the side, where I can apparently hide, and I hear the downbeat of the first piece. So I am panicking because I’m not on stage playing. After the first piece, we all hear from the conductor “would the three performers who have not yet joined us, please do so at the intermission.” Yikes… one of those would be me.

And WHY again, am I so freaked out to get up there? I still don’t know. I must have been getting paid.

I end up back at home, not sure how I got there, and I find that my pants are still wet in the washer. I am screaming at the top of my lungs that Hub dried the wrong load of clothes. Bless his heart. For some reason, all this is his fault. Sorry, Hub. Someone has to pay. I realize now I’ll never get there in time for the intermission. I give up. However, now there is some chick in a wedding dress in my MOM AND DAD’S front lawn (her initials are Q.F.A., because her ugly initial necklace told me so), pitching a fit. This is probably a correlation to my conniption with Hub about the pants. I find out right before I wake up that her name was Queenie Faye something. WHY does that even matter? What the heck did I take before I went to bed?

So my interpretation of this whole thing goes back to the pants. I went to bed worried that Hub might forget to dry my pants in the morning, so I must have parlayed that into this dream. So weird.


Change of subject... Hub and I made a big mistake with the pool yesterday. We had filled it up to where it needed to be a couple of days ago. Yesterday, we were trying to deal with the filter and pump for the first time. We accidentally left it on backwash, which means the water will gush out of the underground pipe. We lost all of the extra water we had put in it. Dangit. Now we’re back to where we were. I have to fill up the pool again tonight, and of course, I can’t try the pump again until it’s full. Dangit. I guess I'm just doing housework until it's ready. Well, I need to anyway.