Flowering Tree Swing and Disaster Performance

Date: 10/18/2020

There was a giant pink flowering tree outside my neighbor’s house that isn’t there in real life, and hanging from one of the branches was a swing. My family was eating dinner at a restaurant nearby (which also isn’t there in real life) and I got bored, so I decided to go over and swing on it. I did that for a bit, but then saw my neighbor coming up the street. I really didn’t want to talk to her (this part is true to real life—I can’t stand her), so I got down off the swing and started to walk away. I couldn’t go very fast, though, because I was suddenly holding an uncovered cup full to the brim with bubble tea that I really didn’t want to spill. I had to walk in this weird lurching way to keep the tea from spilling. Luckily, my neighbor didn’t seem to notice me, and I got back to the restaurant. Suddenly I was outside the theater at the center for the arts. There was some sort of music recital going on inside. My dad convinced me to play the piano with him, and I agreed even though I don’t play the piano and had no idea what we were going to play. We walked in and sat down at the piano, both of us on the same bench, and he told me to play the right hand part while he played the left. Even though I only had to play one hand, I still did absolutely terrible, and after we finished I was furious with my dad for forcing me to play when I wasn’t ready. I went outside and there were a bunch of kids my age, who were all complimenting me and saying I had done a great job. Then my orchestra conductor came and told us all to get ready for our performance, and suddenly my violin was in my hand. I panicked because I didn’t know what we were supposed to be playing, but one of the girls near me (who also had a violin) said our part was really easy and not to worry. The last thing I remember is walking onstage with the rest of the orchestra and sitting down