Bad dreams

I had the saddest dream ever last night.

I was at my parent's house, and it was Christmas time. There were a lot of people there--family, friends, and so on. Dad had just finished teaching me about windsocks, and Dianna was working on some acting thing. I was sitting in the kitchen, thinking about what to do next, and looked over to the living room and saw the piano. So I went over to play it. My roommates from last year were sitting on the piano bench, picking through the piano books and talking excitedly about each one. I tried to pick out a book, but every time I reached for one I wanted, it turned into a beginner level book--the kind with finger exercises and occasionally even songs, but no real music. Once I managed to actually pick up a book, but Jill took it from me. Finally, I got one in my hands--it wasn't the one I'd been reaching for, but it was still a good one. But suddenly, the piano was in the corner, behind the Christmas tree. So I made my way over to it, and right when I got there, I stopped, because Sean was sitting on the couch, watching the girls swarming and talking at the piano--or where the piano used to be. Remembering my manners, I asked him if he would mind if I played or if he would prefer me to go downstairs to play. He made a face and said "Downstairs. Please." So I went downstairs. My brother Allen and his friend Christian and one or two other people were sitting around the downstairs piano, but Allen took one look at me and said "Okay, everyone over there so Cathryn can play the piano!" He likes it when I play, and I think he saw the look on my face. I smiled gratefully, and everyone got out of my way really fast, and I finally got the piano. I opened my book, sat down to play... and then my alarm went off. And I never got to play the piano.

Woe!!!