What Lies Beneath
"Iceberg in the Arctic With Its Underside Exposed" by AWeith is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
This morning I awoke with a start at 5:57 a.m. having just had a nightmare: I was supposed to be playing keyboards for Guys and Dolls, and somehow I missed call time, and the musical had started without me. By the time I realized it, I ran to the pit, where my friend Mimi and my music conductor Daniel were filling in until I got there. After receiving a sour glance from Daniel I took my place at the keys, only to find that I didn’t even have the music; only some crumpled up student-type music crossword puzzles. I missed the next cue to come in. My keyboard was supposed to be playing flute sounds; instead I had a battered upright piano with a stiff action. It was a horrible dream.
I woke up feeling slightly panicked, then an overwhelming relief - after all, it was just a dream. I hadn’t truly forgotten to go to the performance, and I wasn’t actually missing anything, was I? With covid, my schedule’s pretty light on extracurriculars at the moment.
Except…
At 7:08 a.m. I realized that TODAY is the fourth Friday of the month, hence our monthly music teachers chapter meeting!
One week ago Friday, I should have sent out reminders. Created an agenda and called for agenda items. Reviewed the minutes of the September meeting and asked for corrections. You know, president stuff.
Instead, I woke up gasping at 3 before 6 because deep, DEEP down my brain knew something was off.
After laughing at me, my colleagues were overwhelmingly gracious, and we’re rescheduling the meeting (because several of them didn’t put it on their calendars either and double booked themselves). I’m choosing to call this - well, not exactly a victory, but maybe a rain delay of game. No big.
A few possible applications for the discerning mind (you might think these are a stretch; but hey - my dream, my blog, my rules):
I need to set up my iCal to give me timely reminders. Like, one-week-in-advance kind of timely. And day-before timely. This will help reduce bonehead moves like I perpetrated this morning.
I miss musical theatre, even if my dream was about a horrible experience of unpreparedness.
The design of the subconscious mind is a really powerful, awesome thing. (This is why I chose a photo of an iceberg for this post…)
Pay attention to your mental icebergs, citizens.
Peace!
