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Post by SaxGirl on Jun 21, 2007 15:08:19 GMT -5
Oh, this is a classic dream that emello3 had about me... Luckily I save stupid AIM quotes - this is from our 10th grade year when I still marched alto saxophone and used to wear a cowboy hat every day to band camp. emello3: Anyway, in my dream, you drank some magic Gatorade that made you turn goth, and you died your hair black and were wearing tons of eyeliner and put those goth chains on your band cowboy hat. Me: HAHA! emello3: ...and you just walked around saying you hated everything and you beat up [Assistant BD]. emello3: Then [Head DM] came and he had wings and he hit you with his sax and you went back to normal again.
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Post by sammeh on Jun 24, 2007 18:27:38 GMT -5
I always have dreams of falling in the middle of time's square this thanksgiving in the Macy's parade : /
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Post by SaxGirl on Jun 27, 2007 8:46:08 GMT -5
I always have dreams of falling in the middle of time's square this thanksgiving in the Macy's parade : / That would be terrible. I nearly fell right before Herald Square when I marched in it in November - I was on the left end of a line and there was a HUGE pothole. Haha.
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Post by trumpetskickbrass on Jul 9, 2007 17:14:29 GMT -5
your not a true band nerd if you havent had a band dream. Yeah i'v had one, its just like i dreamed the whole show out, every step, the stadium lights, the bleachers, the fans screaming. And my director in the stands watching us and and jumping up and down like a maniac cause he gets so into the music. there was no talking, just musical. It was pretty magical if you ask me. and even my boyfriend who isnt even in band and never has been had a dream about me in band during a football game once! Strange. very very strange.
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Post by brassgirl1023 on Jul 10, 2007 0:32:53 GMT -5
I think I sort of had a nightmare about a week ago... and it was band-related. Okay, so, the trombone section leader who I like, supposably likes me too, according to my cousin. That's one thing. But the dream I had was scary- the trombone sl and I had a love child, whose name was Bartholomew. We were running happily/insanely down this huge road with dips and such... naked. We ditched the baby in a tropical rainforest and ran back to the road to sniff pixy stix. Then we insanely ran over an impossibly steep hill to this supermarket full of shelves with clown's heads that floated around and tickled you with their wigs. And, Bartholomew [the baby] was on the shelves, and was like, I know what you do in your bedroom!!! And my 'boyfriend' was like, yes, we fix trombone slides. I screamed and woke up. When I processed this dream later on, I wanted to barf.
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Post by oboehorn77 on Jul 11, 2007 13:43:33 GMT -5
Have I posted this already? I'm too lazy to check in any case I just remembered this dream I had this one time (good long time ago) in which the band was practicing in... not the band room somewhere that doesn't exist and the BD (who now isn't at the high school anymore anyway) got mad at us (which was typical when he was still there) and walked out, slamming the door behind him (which never really happened but I could conceive of if the door in the real band room were placed as close to the podium as it was in the dream) Two other notable things about the room that the band was practicing in were; stadium seating and me not being in the front row. In the dream, I climbed down to the front of the room and followed the BD out the door. I don't remember what all he said to me, but I remember waking up after him saying "I'm sorry [oboehorn], brass really are better than woodwinds." Not that I believe that for a second! ^_^
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Post by samthered on Jul 11, 2007 14:57:56 GMT -5
I had a dream I was section leader of the trumpet section. I was being really bossy and a perfectionist, and they were actually listening to me. The first part may come true in a couple years, but they will never ever listen to me. It would destroy them to actually cooperate.
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Post by albinosaxgirl on Jul 11, 2007 22:04:32 GMT -5
I had one a few weeks ago on my cruise. I think it as from missing my graduated senior bandie friends and being homesick. Eh. Ok, so. I was at the Bruno's between my house and my school. Oops. "Southern Family Markets" I mean. W/E Ok, so I as there, and I don't really know what was going on for sure, but I think it had something to do with one of my non-band friends throwing my sheet music across the parking lot or something. Anyway, my section leader from last year, Jiake, comes and picks it all up for me and starts walking me home. We get to the Texaco across the street and he's still picking up music and telling me that we are going out. "We are dating. We have to go out for at least five days, and then after that, you can decide if you ant to stay with me anymore, but we have to go out for 5 days." he says. And he keeps going on and on about it and finally, I just kiss him to make him shut up. [Which is weird, I liked the OTHER section leader that way, not Jiake.] And then I think I woke up. It was really odd.
Another one I've had in the last few weeks. This is a reocurring dream. I had it first like 6 months ago and it was really weird because I didn't know half the people in it, but between then and now I've met all of them but one. Ok, so somehow, I got kicked out of marching band or something, and I was really upset about it because there as this huge parade ith bands from all over the country. SO. The day of the parade gets here and I'm all upset because I'm not in it. And to make things worse it started right outside my front door and goes through my neighborhood. SO I sneak a GHS marching uniform to my house and get dressed and get my sax and run around the block to hide behind some bushes and jump in a gap when it gets there. But I forgot my neckstrap. So I run back to my house and in the back door. And Michaela, Crystal, Matthew, and some random black guy are sitting on the sofa in my basement. So I get my neckstrap and we all run to find there the paraders went. And we go all the way through the neighborhood and end up in my front yard, Which has turned into the edge of the world, and right after my front steps, there's nothing but outer space, but that's where everyone is standing because there's an alien hover platform there. So we crowd onto it with everyone else before Mr Vernon sees us and EVERYONE plays the GHS Pre-game show, SSB and Tiger rag included. It was pretty sweet. And then I don't remember what happened next. Something to do with section day ninja costumes.
I had this last one like 2 nights ago: It started out, I walked into the band room at Grissom and sat down where the saxes usually sit, in front of the broken piano [which had been moved across the room from where it is in reality]. Angela was there putting her clarinet together and Mr. Mason [middle school BD] was sitting on top of the piano with I think it was Mr. Vernon. So I start putting my sax together and I get it all and just need a reed, so I'm digging in the bottom of my case for one. And I only have 2. One is really old and gross and broken, and the other is the one John snapped in half at a football game last year. [Apparently my subconscious mind thought it was okay to skip the part here I borrow a reed from Noor and the band warms up.] So the next thing I know, we're all lined up in the parking lot to get on this airplane and we're doing it the way they do at airports with the different boarding groups and crap. So Michaela and I are in line C I think and we're worried we won't get seats together, so this random huge black guy (apparently it was a public flight [He's in all my dreams about Mickey]) he's like "Don't worry, I'll get you guys seats together And since he was in line A he takes all our carry-on stuff and puts it on the plane for us. When we get on the plane, it's like getting on a bus. For real, the inside was like a bus with nice seats. And since it's bus-layout, the guy has put our stuff in the very best seats there. [You know, not the VERY back seats, but the ones right in front of that.] And we get back there and start picking up our stuff so we can sit down, and in the very back seat, right behind us, is my little brother, Tommy, and Trevor [Hot, graduated-senior bassoonist]. Tommy's bouncing up and down and says something about the 'large ones' sitting in the very back and I turned and used it to call Trevor fat and he gets his adorable angry/pouty face on and I'm all "Just kidding." So we sit down and find out the guy has left pillows and a blanket for us. It's cool. So we get situated and I ask her to hand me the notebook out of the big envelope in my messenger bag [that's all there in reality] and she does, and I open it past the letter I've been meaning to send to her since I got home from the cruise and start writing a note to her and it says something along the lines of "Omg, he's SO much cuter in person, isn't he" and we start laughing. And the Trevor's like "What are you laughing at? What did you write? Let me see it!" and starts trying to get it from us. And then Rob Ivey [Who isn't even in band] starts throwing beanie babies everywhere and people pick them up and start throwing them back and beanie babies are flying everywhere and Trevor's trying to get my notebook and Tommy's bouncing on the back seat and Mickey and I are laughing really really really loud. And that's when I woke up. I was still laughing and holding my arms in front of me.
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Post by NinjaBaker on Jul 11, 2007 22:38:50 GMT -5
section day ninja costumes? Hmmm... now there's an idea.
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Post by NinjaBaker on Jul 12, 2007 11:46:26 GMT -5
It's not a band dream... more of a TFBC dream. lol. You know you're a tfbc nerd when you have dreams about it.
Anyways, in my dream, I died in a shooting (after Harry Potter nonetheless). In my will or death letter (whatever) I told my Mum to come on here and post something so you'd know what happened. I'd written something really sappy and sweet. Pretty much a "thanks for everything, I love you guys!". Even some messages for those people who I talk to a lot. She made a thread about it and wrote everything I asked. and then nobody replied to it. *sadness*
then I woke up.
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Post by SaxGirl on Jul 12, 2007 18:58:35 GMT -5
It's not a band dream... more of a TFBC dream. lol. You know you're a tfbc nerd when you have dreams about it. Anyways, in my dream, I died in a shooting (after Harry Potter nonetheless). In my will or death letter (whatever) I told my Mum to come on here and post something so you'd know what happened. I'd written something really sappy and sweet. Pretty much a "thanks for everything, I love you guys!". Even some messages for those people who I talk to a lot. She made a thread about it and wrote everything I asked. and then nobody replied to it. *sadness* then I woke up. Oh. Wow. That's kind of shocking, expected, and sad at the same time. Ninja, in my opinion at least, you're kind of an icon around here. I think it's pretty cool that in your dream you told your mom to do that. I'd probably do the same thing for TFBC or dA. I think I had a dream a LONG time ago (when we still had the old chat room and when Fried Rice, Dorky Sax, and Itty were still around) that those three TFBCers crashed on my couch. It all started in the chat room. And, of course, I know what none of them look like. It's always strange to see what people you only know through communication look like in your dreams...
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Post by brassdancer on Jul 12, 2007 22:17:44 GMT -5
What the heck dream did I have last night ... oh it was terrible.
I was in someones house, and was playing french horn. well, I was shouting at everybody that they sucked, and they would never be as good as me. later on in the dream I was crawling up glass, and I somehow now had a mellophone and was playing with the cadets on the top of this sheet of glass and someone I know who is in cavaliers (and whom I know someone who doesnt care for this said person) and he breaks the pane of glass and I fall on a shard and nothing happens because "supposedly" im wearing maroon and since blood is reddish, it doesnt show and I think everything is fine .. well, a little later I am in Carolina Crown's uniform, with a contra, and I see the blood ... and I die.
I woke up and was like, WHAT THE HECK!?
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Post by babette2009 on Jul 12, 2007 22:41:07 GMT -5
last night, my dream just had a bunch of band students in it. we weren't in a band situation. we were actually in my house and trying to get out before the house exploded...hmm...
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Post by lada on Jul 12, 2007 23:52:25 GMT -5
A couple of days ago I had a pretty long dream...
We had these mini rocket races while playing baritones. Everyone was yelling, don't bump each others baritones! and such. We were strapped down with belts in these tiny wooden rocket-shaped seats and were rolling down these tiny slopes with our baritones, trying to play the same song which was some random chromatic etude with all semitone intervals. This was supposed to get you ready for a real rocket that took you to space, where you could breathe. So, we got on this dogsled-type rocket with our baritones, and flew to space. There you could jump around from asteroid to asteroid to planets and there were little stardust roads that you could walk on. You were supposed to play your 19 major scales [which is sorta impossible, cause there's only 12] while you are in space, but I jumped into Earth and jumped into my pool, where I could walk on the water surface. My fellow bandies were in my back yard, and they were flying around and playing flutes. I got really mad and yelled, you're supposed to play baritones, you %$$^&*&s!! and I grabbed the flutes and threw them somewhere really far away. My fellow bandies started to jump off of my fence and fly around, and I wanted to catche them, but I couldn't fly anymore. I was really PO'd so I transported myself to this misty paradise forest and woke up.
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Post by SaxGirl on Jul 13, 2007 18:29:46 GMT -5
^ ... that actually sounds pretty fun.
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