Music and Movement

Date: 8/14/2016

We're in a choir/orchestra competition (i don't know any of my companions). One fat man is wearing a thin yellow shirt under which I can see a black triangle bra. Another man starts to cry because he has asked if we can go on early and now feels victimised because people have to change their plans. First a children's orchestra plays a clarinet concerto, but the boy soloist's clarinet doesn't work. Then a choir sings Carrillo's Salve Regina, but I can't hear the sopranos very well. They are followed by another orchestra playing something semi-atonal (but I like it), and featuring lots of little hanging bells. A blonde, middle-aged woman comes out and tells a few of us individually how good we were, and I'm puzzled because we haven't gone on yet. A bit later, I am in Mum and Dad's morning room with Ángel, and we can hear wind chimes, and I realise that the orchestra was a dream. The outer conservatory door is open, and the wind causes two plants to fall off the window ledge, one large in a terracotta pot, and one of the same type but very small. The large one falls on its side but rights itself, then starts to move towards the centre of the conservatory. It then changes direction towards the door. I laugh and say "Mira, se va corriendo!" The plant jumps down the step into the garden. Ángel then starts to wake me up (really), but I realise what's happening and fight it because I can see the next chapters of my dream in my Kindle. He tells me I was snoring and making popping noises with my lips.