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A couple recent dreams ...
1. I was petting Loki, long head-to-tail strokes(that I can't physically do any more) that coated my palm in loose fur; I would shake it off before petting again. ...and I woke up realizing my hand IRL was 'petting' the sock I hold at night.
(The position my right arm is frozen in has my palm an inch or two away from my stomach, with the fingers curved down so the fingertips press against my abdomen; when I'm awake and using the tablet, that hand holds the stylus, but if I sleep with my hand unsupported my fingertips start to hurt. So I took a mateless solo sock, tucked it inside a fluffy sock that had also lost its mate, and 'hold' that to support my palm. Really it's just tucked under my hand, I'm not actually squeezing it ... unless my hand thinks it's a cat, lol.)
2. I was in a choir performance with a guest conductor, and about a minute in he stops and says we're doing it wrong, we should have gone up a fifth instead of a fourth. I double check and the score says it's a fourth, but I bite my tongue. We start again, going up a fifth, and it sounds horrible, so he stops again and yells at us. Now I say "We're just doing what you said, sir." It's the sort of 'sir' that really means fuck-you. He says he wants us to follow the score and go up a fifth. "We can't do both, sir. Look at the soprano part. We go from [X] to [Y]" (actual note values redacted for a reason I'll explain) "which is a fourth." He insists it's a fifth. I challenge him to count out the intervals; he does, using the piano, starting with 1 on X and ending up with 5 on Y+1. He says "See?" as if this proved him right. "But that's [Y+1] not [Y], sir." On it goes. And mind you, this is a performance, not a rehearsal! People are watching!
...and I was recounting this to my morning aide and realized that while the notes being sung match going up a fourth, the sheet music -- and the words I was saying in the verbal explanation -- had us going from G to B flat, which is a (minor) third, not a fourth; and when he was plonking out notes on the piano he landed on B flat for "four" and C for "five", except G-C is a fourth up, not a fifth. Awake, I can't figure out how he got four notes from G-Bb with a normal sounding scale... </nerdery type="music">
3. One of my art communities -- which, irl, has a monthly challenge where everyone who wants to participate uses the same inspiration image as a base -- had, in the dream, an image of a snake as the inspiration. I started drawing a realism-type copy ... using Paint. (My non-dream art these days is done almost entirely in Procreate on the tablet.) Somehow it was actually coming out decently snake-ish.
4. I was sitting on the edge of a stage as people started arriving for a concert of a choral group I wasn't in. The guy who used to conduct one of the choirs I used to sing in irl came up to say hi ... at which point I realized I was utterly naked from the waist up. He didn't seem to have noticed, so I was holding my arms awkwardly to hide at least the nipples, and skedaddled as soon as I could.
1. I was petting Loki, long head-to-tail strokes(that I can't physically do any more) that coated my palm in loose fur; I would shake it off before petting again. ...and I woke up realizing my hand IRL was 'petting' the sock I hold at night.
(The position my right arm is frozen in has my palm an inch or two away from my stomach, with the fingers curved down so the fingertips press against my abdomen; when I'm awake and using the tablet, that hand holds the stylus, but if I sleep with my hand unsupported my fingertips start to hurt. So I took a mateless solo sock, tucked it inside a fluffy sock that had also lost its mate, and 'hold' that to support my palm. Really it's just tucked under my hand, I'm not actually squeezing it ... unless my hand thinks it's a cat, lol.)
2. I was in a choir performance with a guest conductor, and about a minute in he stops and says we're doing it wrong, we should have gone up a fifth instead of a fourth. I double check and the score says it's a fourth, but I bite my tongue. We start again, going up a fifth, and it sounds horrible, so he stops again and yells at us. Now I say "We're just doing what you said, sir." It's the sort of 'sir' that really means fuck-you. He says he wants us to follow the score and go up a fifth. "We can't do both, sir. Look at the soprano part. We go from [X] to [Y]" (actual note values redacted for a reason I'll explain) "which is a fourth." He insists it's a fifth. I challenge him to count out the intervals; he does, using the piano, starting with 1 on X and ending up with 5 on Y+1. He says "See?" as if this proved him right. "But that's [Y+1] not [Y], sir." On it goes. And mind you, this is a performance, not a rehearsal! People are watching!
...and I was recounting this to my morning aide and realized that while the notes being sung match going up a fourth, the sheet music -- and the words I was saying in the verbal explanation -- had us going from G to B flat, which is a (minor) third, not a fourth; and when he was plonking out notes on the piano he landed on B flat for "four" and C for "five", except G-C is a fourth up, not a fifth. Awake, I can't figure out how he got four notes from G-Bb with a normal sounding scale... </nerdery type="music">
3. One of my art communities -- which, irl, has a monthly challenge where everyone who wants to participate uses the same inspiration image as a base -- had, in the dream, an image of a snake as the inspiration. I started drawing a realism-type copy ... using Paint. (My non-dream art these days is done almost entirely in Procreate on the tablet.) Somehow it was actually coming out decently snake-ish.
4. I was sitting on the edge of a stage as people started arriving for a concert of a choral group I wasn't in. The guy who used to conduct one of the choirs I used to sing in irl came up to say hi ... at which point I realized I was utterly naked from the waist up. He didn't seem to have noticed, so I was holding my arms awkwardly to hide at least the nipples, and skedaddled as soon as I could.