My Dream Last Night.

Started out like any other anxiety dream:  I was scheduled to perform at a large outdoor music festival.  I was to play three songs on piano.  I haven't played the piano publicly for probably 20 years.  The only song I know by heart is "The Rose."  I had somehow lost the sheet music for the other two songs.  Even if I had found the sheet music could I even read it?  It doesn't matter.  I'm looking everywhere for it.  Then someone runs into the room.  "Andy.  People are starting to leave.  You've gotta go on now.  Everyone's leaving."  I'm still frantically looking for the sheet music.

Now, this is usually the point in the dream where I would have woken up.  Never to have gone on stage.  Never to have even tried.  But something was different.  This time something was different.

I stopped looking for the sheet music.  "Alright," I said.  "I guess I can just play 'The Rose' and then improvise for a few minutes."

I walked out on stage.  True, some people had left but not as many as I had feared.  And imagine my surprise when I saw a drum kit waiting for me instead of a piano.  Well, it was actually a piano as well.  It was kind of a drum kit with keys.  Or a piano that you played with sticks.  Did I mention I was dreaming?

So I cue the rest of the band, say a few friendly words to the crowd, and go into a spirited rendition of "The Rose."

I got to the end of the second verse before I woke up.