I was in this room and was singing. I noticed I was singing very well. I was loud, clear, melodious, following the music and as I heard myself I continued to make it better and stronger. I noticed I was very good and felt good about seeing I was singing well. There was a point where I thought that others would hear it, or wondered what others would thing. I thought they would think it good, but then I wondered about whether they would. I continued to sing, and at one point I noticed I was in a certain range comfortable it was, but though I would try a higher range. I did but it squeaked and I thought that my voice was not prepared for those higher ranges although I could see with practice and building strength in my vocal cords I would be able to make it, but being older I would have to take it slow. I continued to sing for a while.
Then the next scene I was walking into a house, I think my moms house. I could hear in another room a tuba or trumpet playing. My mother had taken up the trumpet, it was low sound base tone very low. I thought since I’m older and my voice may not be high because of age I could take up wind instrument, like the Saxophone or clarinet. I thought though that would require some breathing skills. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that. I think at the end I thought returning to singing was better. I could study what it was like to challenge myself.
EricG's Dream 2/09/19
I’m with a friend, Amir. We’re taking an elevator ride up to this ﬂoor that has this gondola ride that goes around the building. We’re going on that ride with Amir and a friend of his. Once we’re on, the ride Amir jumps up and down on the cart while we’re 10 stories high in this hotel.
As we’re going around the hotel rooms, Amir spots a semi—famous pop—idol knoWn for his Videos through in one of the rooms. Amir yells, “Frank! Frank! Frank!”, and jumps up and down furiously. Frank also begins to jump up and down in his room when he notices Amir. The gondola passes by the rooms and when it hits its end point it makes a u-tum backwards.
This time around, Amir grabs a small stone and throws it at Frank’s room window. It shatters the glass and I’m thinking, “What the hell, man?”, but I don’t say anything. Frank jumps onto the platform in the gondola from his room and then jumps back into his room. I’m thinking, “They can pay this. What do you think you’re doing?” Then we get off the gondola and the housekeeper for the ﬂoor notices this and writes a report for the damages.
An hour or two pass, and I’m with my roommate, John. I tell him, “I’m nervous. What if Amir lies? What if he starts sharing the blame with me? What if the managers believe him, they’re very uncaring, and make me pay for roomates stupid choices?" We then get called down to the first floor of the the hotel and we’re waiting outside in front of this desk.
We wait a moment and we get called into the room which is a children’s daycare. There’s a lot of little kids in there. Then we talk to an older fellow and he yells at us, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? What kind of stupid shit are you doing? You know you’re going to pay for this, right?” At this point he’s looking and talking at Amir because I think they a video recording of the incident and know he’s at fault. The mariager says, “You know I have anger issues, right?” The manager knows how tense we are and then asks me, “Did you fucking hit him? When you got back to your rooms did you beat the shit out of him?” I respond, “ No, no, no.” He responds back, “Well, alright, you should’ve called me. I would’ve beat the shit out of him.” I chuckle.
I can tell he’s beginning to ease up a bit. He’s not as angry as he first came in. I think he can feel our fear and isn’t trying to be as intense with us. We pay $52 for some deposit and my friend would have to pay the cost. The manager says, “I really do have anger issues. I try to do that pisces’ bullshit, but it doesn’t really help.” John, my roommate, and me laugh at this because we know he’s being funny, being a bit lighthearted and just mocking New Age ideas. Also, the manager is this bulky, mafioso looking guy and it just adds to the humor of the situation. I don’t really say much back because I’m tense, but I still think it’s a funny situation. The manager realizes things are still tense and tries to ease Amir because Amir is. shaken up and crying. The manager is understanding of the situation, but it still annoyed at Amir for being stupid. (I wake up.)