Korpo
4th February 2009, 05:07 AM
I dreamt a long-winded story tonight, but I forgot.
Towards the end of that dream I sat down at a piano and started to play (in real life I can't). I played wonderfully, and after a while I realised (a bit of lucidity there) that what I was playing was something I never heard. I realised it must be creative inspiration, just pouring out of me.
I must have been partially lucid at this point, because I nearly stalled the process by becoming too conscious of it. I consciously listened inside to get more of this music (not realising how I could even play the piano), and after a while I got back going. So, this was not as spontaneous (where I just played without thinking where it came from) as what happened at first, but it also worked.
I felt wonderful, like being able to having an orchestra at my fingertips. I could translate big musical ideas (with richer harmonics) to the chords of the one hand and the melody of the other hand, and I played with that for a while. Suddenly I realised I had thrown in an accompanying run of notes with the feet as well - a rising and falling run of notes.
I thought - "Oh my, that will be hard to replay for others..." Then a while after I must have remembered that pianos do not have any way to play with your feet. Then I realised that even organs don't allow to play you single notes with each toe! I realised to have played the runs on the feet I had played the toes must have had their own set of keys like the piano has. That woke me up.
Imagine a concert pianist in a tux that walks on stage barefoot, and works a second set of keys with his feet. ;)
What a lovely dream. :D
Oliver
Towards the end of that dream I sat down at a piano and started to play (in real life I can't). I played wonderfully, and after a while I realised (a bit of lucidity there) that what I was playing was something I never heard. I realised it must be creative inspiration, just pouring out of me.
I must have been partially lucid at this point, because I nearly stalled the process by becoming too conscious of it. I consciously listened inside to get more of this music (not realising how I could even play the piano), and after a while I got back going. So, this was not as spontaneous (where I just played without thinking where it came from) as what happened at first, but it also worked.
I felt wonderful, like being able to having an orchestra at my fingertips. I could translate big musical ideas (with richer harmonics) to the chords of the one hand and the melody of the other hand, and I played with that for a while. Suddenly I realised I had thrown in an accompanying run of notes with the feet as well - a rising and falling run of notes.
I thought - "Oh my, that will be hard to replay for others..." Then a while after I must have remembered that pianos do not have any way to play with your feet. Then I realised that even organs don't allow to play you single notes with each toe! I realised to have played the runs on the feet I had played the toes must have had their own set of keys like the piano has. That woke me up.
Imagine a concert pianist in a tux that walks on stage barefoot, and works a second set of keys with his feet. ;)
What a lovely dream. :D
Oliver