Synopsis of a Dream

Adding to the already interesting "dream synopsis" collection that has began with iepoch and zcrescendo, I have one to add to the collection. This is one that came out of nowhere, was random, and really leaves me nowhere; there is nothing I can do to "follow up" on this dream or anything like that. The details are quite scattered, considering the dream was from last night, but there is a girl involved. (No it's not a XXX dream, come on!)

Anyway, the girl, whom I will call "Viola," and I were enjoying an interesting evening. We were just relaxing on my bed, watching television, and talking about this or that. One thing I remember, oddly enough, is that we were sitting on my bed in my old room in Brooklyn. It so vividly reminded me of that room in the setup, the wall color, and of course the crappy desktop computer in the corner that never seemed to work. But it was just a little odd. I mean, I had been on and off crushing on Viola, having circumstances that made me realize the crush was worthless. But, as I sat with Viola, talking with her, it felt very real, and honestly it felt very cool. If only it was reality, but alas she is back in the place she calls home and will be there until September.

Then, the dream turned odder. Viola and I were now revisiting my high school days, heading to J.F.K. Airport for my third tour of Japan with the "Brooklyn Catholic High School" Jazz Band and Choir. Oddly enough, Viola the girl was there with me. We saw my old music teacher and all of that, and even ran into my best buddy from high school, GreyGaurdian, and his brother schismcr - which was awesome. As we were about to board, Viola coming on board as well, I realized that I had no clothes with me. Instead, I had a tuba, a trumpet, a trombone, a Euphonium, and Viola's viola, (all stuck inside of one really small, light, bag.) It was then that my alarm went off and I woke up.

Upon waking up, has anyone ever had those sensations where the dream felt so real that it was disappointing to wake up and realize that it was all a dream? (Make sense out of that English!) Well, that is how I felt. And, worse than that, Viola continued to be on my mind sporatically throughout the day. Like I said, there is nothing I can do because she is home, far away from here, and will not return until August. The question then becomes: should I bother then? Has it been enough rediculous failed attempts?