The other night I had a long, involved dream. I waited too long to try to recall it, so some of the details were lost. There was something about programming e-mail filters... There was a thirty-something woman in a flouncy, silver mini-skirt and boots; think space-aged swimming pool majorette. I don't recall exactly how, but she was organizing a ritual dance.
The best part of the dream was when I joined the circle dance, spinning clockwise, and I was playing a cross between a bag-pipe and a hookah. At least, that's the best way to describe it -- it might have been an over-the-shoulder rhyton or didgery-doo that I was blowing inscence out of. I danced in a press of others in the ring, trailing frankincense or myrrh, while a deep note resonated through my body and rippled beyond me, through the dance, and farther. I had the strongest sensation that I was singing and playing the instrument at the same time, and that I'd hit a cosmic resonance which vibrated the entire dream.
I woke up feeling connected. I think some of the dream may have come from eating blue cheese the evening before.
When I told Mark, he said that turning a bagpipe into a water-pipe was the best use of the instrument that he could think of. In reply, I started to sing, "Tell a bagpipe smoking caterpillar..."
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