This can't be real
Aug. 8th, 2007 09:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyrasantaeFor some reason I find myself sitting at a piano. There is a book of music in front of me and a notebook beside it on the music stand. Though I haven't taken lessons for six years now, this is clearly the setting for a piano lesson:
When I went to my lessons, my teacher would let me in, then he'd go make a cup of tea or something. I'd be expected to sit down, adjust my chair, take out my music and my lesson notebook, and play some scales and chords to warm up until he came back and began the lesson.
In this dream I've sat down - and I have a feeling I should be playing something, so I open up my notebook and flip through it to find out what I was supposed to have practiced the week before. I see pages from other weeks prior, listing scales in particular keys I was supposed to practice and such.
Suddenly my teacher shows up behind me. "You still haven't played anything yet!?? Get out of here! See that card from you over there? You signed it 'Love, [kyra].' Go scratch it out. You don't love me at all!"
...then I wake up.
I think it has something to do with this old diary entry. IIRC, I may still have my original rough draft of the note I wrote inside the card in my room, but I won't look at it.
P.S. I know my note wasn't actually signed "love, [kyra]".
When I went to my lessons, my teacher would let me in, then he'd go make a cup of tea or something. I'd be expected to sit down, adjust my chair, take out my music and my lesson notebook, and play some scales and chords to warm up until he came back and began the lesson.
In this dream I've sat down - and I have a feeling I should be playing something, so I open up my notebook and flip through it to find out what I was supposed to have practiced the week before. I see pages from other weeks prior, listing scales in particular keys I was supposed to practice and such.
Suddenly my teacher shows up behind me. "You still haven't played anything yet!?? Get out of here! See that card from you over there? You signed it 'Love, [kyra].' Go scratch it out. You don't love me at all!"
...then I wake up.
I think it has something to do with this old diary entry. IIRC, I may still have my original rough draft of the note I wrote inside the card in my room, but I won't look at it.
P.S. I know my note wasn't actually signed "love, [kyra]".
