Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 9/16/2016
By xoe
Stress dream where I am in marching band. Don't have my sax. Don't know the song or routine. No idea what to do. The opposing band lends me a sax, it has a weird mouthpiece. And this very thin reed that needs to be put on. Meanwhile, a brutal dictator is killing off slaves by the hundreds. The truck overflows with corpses. All dressed in white. The bodies are put on rafts in the water and set on fire. Then we are slaves, working in the fields, atop layers of skeletons. But I still have to play sax. My mom came over to me in the field. She was gossiping about her neighbors etc. I said my neighbors are fine, the thing that bothers me is sitting on top of these corpses. This made the guard laugh. Had to get ready to play. Went to take the sax down from the wall, but it looks like a banana. I know it isn't mine and hand it to someone else. The dictator turned into a wrathful, one-footed demon when someone called him by the demon's name. He was the band leader, turned into a murderous dictator demon. I still can't get the reed and mouthpiece together. Try to ditch the sax and hide. A room full of awesome free clothes. Mostly already picked over. Some amazing patterned dresses. All for fat ladies. They all fit weird, so I advise other ladies to pick outfits that are too big, then get them tailored. The dictatorship is ending, and surely tailors will be affordable once they are freed from the fields.