28. June 2009 · Comments Off on Sunday Evening Music · Categories: Sunday Evening Music

I’m allowing myself a little leniency when it comes to Sunday Evening Music; it can be hymns or even (gasp!) some contemporary stuff I actually like. So you can choose to think (even) less of me if you like. I’m okay with that.

Here is the late Rich Mullins singing “The Color Green”.

Rich Mullins: The Color Green

28. June 2009 · Comments Off on Sunday Morning Music · Categories: Sunday Morning Music

Henry Purcell: O God Thou Art My God

28. June 2009 · 4 comments · Categories: Dreams

There is a bird singing very loudly outside the family room. And it’s 4:15 AM. Silly bird should be sleeping!

And yes, I’m awake. I woke up because I had one of those scary dreams where I nearly wake crying.

I can’t remember all of the dream, but I know Dan and I were being pursued by people. We were good, they were bad. I think they were traitors of some sort. (It had nothing to do with the US though.) There was far too much about the dream to remember it, but I do remember that I watched a woman get killed, and this other guy and I (Dan and I had been separated somehow, and I was trying to reach him) were hiding in a car. The killer (another woman) then came to the car and shot at it from nearly every angle. Of course she missed us (good thing about dreams!). I knew who the traitors were — and now it gets even weirder — and they were some players from my symphony (not you, dk, and I can only remember one face). We drove away quickly as they disposed of the body, but of course they were chasing us. We ended up by the restaurant where Dan was eating, and he and I connected even though I was attempting to stay away from him to keep him safe.

The next thing I remember is that we were trying to get to Kelsey and Mel for a party they were having (don’t ask me what that was for, as I can’t remember), and then I saw some of the people chasing us and realized we couldn’t attend after all. So we ran back to the car, thinking we hadn’t been seen, but I hear a happy cry and it’s Kelsey running to us. I hug her, but whisper that we can’t stay, it wouldn’t be safe for her, and we are crying.

That’s when I wake up. But my brain is still racing as I’m trying to figure out how I can communicate with Kelsey without the pursuers knowing. I decide that I’ll pretend to find her on Facebook and message her with “This is your friend Cecilia and I’m so glad I found you!”

Okay. That’s it. I had to get out of bed because I was so shaken!

I blame all of this on Star Trek and Facebook. I am hoping that after writing about it I won’t be so shaky. I really love dreams, but I don’t like these ones that are like movies. It even had a soundtrack. Figures.

And now I’ll attempt to get back to sleep.

(Yes, this has little to do with music, but symphony members were involved, I think I had an oboe with me, and then there’s that soundtrack ….)