The One Where I Was the Musical Comedy Act, of Sorts.

I was in a restaurant and it was time for me to head downstairs to the first floor to the bar section where I was an act of sorts.  I went downstairs and sat at the piano, but I had a guitar.  There was one older gentleman with gray hair, he was balding, and had glasses.  I don't remember seeing a computer or laptop, but I got the impression that he was working somehow.

My thing was I was going to play somewhat funny music.  In the dream, I was about as good at the guitar as I am in real life, which means I only know a few chords and struggle with timely transitions.  I said that I was very good at guitar (obviously being sarcastic) and that I could "learn him" how to play guitar if he wanted.

I started playing the Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel but the lyrics were made up on the fly about how I hit an old woman with my car.  She had her hair up in one of those tiny buns on the top of her head and it left that shape in the side of my car when I hit her. 

The old gentleman found that somewhat amusing, so I kept the subject on her and would sometimes stop of make comments, like how some old lady's hair looks nice but when you go to touch it, it's wiry and rough.  At that, he laughed and nodded like I knew exactly what I was talking about.

I finished that song and asked him what I thought, and he joked that I was going to have to "learn him" how to play the guitar like that some time.  I mentioned that I was making up lyrics on the fly, and a nearby waitress chimed in with some lyric suggestions that I don't recall.  I started talking with her and I woke up.

The One with the Singing in the Tunnel

I had a dream I was walking through the tunnels at work and listening to music on my phone with no headphones and singing along loudly. There was a bunch of songs I was listening to but then I remember listening to Glitter and Be Gay and started skipping and then Bridget from work heard me and started singing along too.

She was a very good singer and started going through the tunnel with me.  It got to the part with a very high note and she hit it very well.  I was pretty surprised.

We ran into some of the people that empty the trash at night and I had her sing it again for them.

I had trouble finding the song again on my phone apparently because I kept spelling Chenoweth wrong, but then I eventually found it by searching only for "Cheno".

The One with Deborah Henson-Conant

The details of this dream are vague for me - I got paged for work at 2:00 and realized I had been dreaming...

I dreamed that I was a big outside music festival with a female friend I can't identify now.  It was night and it was one of those festivals with multiple stages with one large main stage.

We walked by Deborah Henson-Conant who was either in transition with her equipment or she was setting up to do her show just on the side of the sidewalk, similar to what she does in real life sometimes.  I stopped to say "hi" and take a photo with her.

My friend took the camera and I went to Deborah's left and we put an arm around each other like you normally do in a photo, but she kept leaning really far to the right, making us fall to the ground.  We tried a couple of times but I don't think we ever got the photo.

The One with Ella, the Presentation and the Threat

I had to give a presentation at work and I was in a hallway that was like the hall around an arena where they serve food and stuff. I went to the bathroom and was peeing and this guy I went to High School with, let's call him Rob, was all of sudden standing next to me. He just kind of looked at me and this necklace I had around my neck (might have been just a silver chain) and then he went and stood next to another guy. Then he started hitting that guy, and they were kind of slapping at each other. The other guy washed his hands quickly and left. I washed my hands and left shortly after.

Then I was back in the hall way and Rob came up next to me and seemed kind of angry. He was telling me about this guy Jacob Brown or something like that and a story about him that I had to do with. Then I looked at him and said, “That was a dream!” It was a dream I had and posted it on my blog. Then Rob said, “You put that up on YouTube?” In my dream I said yes, but YouTube, Facebook and blog were like all the same thing. Then he kind of halfway pulled a knife out of his shirt and I stepped back and was like, “Oh my god, someone help me!” But no one working at the food places heard because I said it softly. But then he didn't do anything anyway and went away. I went on to my presentation.

Gina from work and I both had to give presentations and I think before all of the above happened, we were in a meeting trying to figure out a problem at work, but the time was getting close so we had to go get our notes. I got mine and went to the auditorium where we were giving them. I had to walk through another auditorium where two people were really annoying people coming in because they were repeatedly telling people to take their seats even though people where just coming in and whatever they were doing wasn't starting for a little bit.

I got to the auditorium where our thing was taking places - it was just for practice I think - and there were already a few people in there and one woman was practicing her speech. I took my seat.

The next thing I remember I was in someone's living room - I think in the dream it was in the house or apartment a woman that lived on the next street from my parents' house. The rug was weird in that it was like a normal run but had long, 4 inch pieces that stood straight up like a really long shag carpet but the long pieces weren't as densely packed together. But we were all watching Ella Fitzgerald sing. In the dream I loved the way she spoke between pieces. She seemed so nice and had this southern black accent that was just dripping with honey. We made it through about 7 songs before I woke up.