a musical dream

Just woke up from a dream where I composed a song, complete with the lyrics and tune and a nice rhythm too, all on blotchy blue ink.

I felt older in my dream, like I was already going to get married or something. So then it was nighttime, and I sang my song as I walked down a street I didn’t recognize. There were no romantic post lamps; just intersections, and buses and cars speeding by. I felt old… I felt really old as I sang my song.

But I don’t remember any bit of it now, except for the strange first three notes: do, fa, sol.


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