Dream A Little Dream Of You

I had an amazing lucid dream last night. I won't bore you with the details, you really had to be there.

It did however remind me to post about something that happened a few weeks ago.

I've recently gotten back into playing music again after a very long intermission. The idea had been rattling around in my head for a while and watching Tanya learn to play the ukelele became the seed.

I was still unsure if I had left it too late to start again. I happened to mention this to a friend who plays guitar. He made the very salient point that it's never too late to start. I was sold.

Fast forward several weeks and I am thoroughly enjoying playing my uke. I went and said thanks to my friend for the sage advice. Only he has no recollection of the conversation. I describe the circumstance. We were standing in a music store talking about music and....oh...hang on...that was a dream.

I realised it was a dream when I couldn't connect that memory with any others. How did we get there? Why were we both in a music store? Which music store?

Once I started probing the edges of the memory it was obvious it was a dream. Even now that memory is so vivid I wonder if he's just messing with me.

At least I'll be able to play my uke in the padded cell :)