Dream

It's hard to remember how it started out.

I met the coach or saw him, I guess it was like it was Andre Rieu but looked different.

So, there were classes and I finally was to pick one.  There may have been a few on a board.  I was also to play basketball and it was big and he looked different or like he was someone else and he was also that coach.  He didn't teach all the classes.  So, lingering, I guess if you look hard enough for your dreams and remember it's there it won't go away without your catching it more.  So, the class I got on this electric old board was "The Waltz."  There was some message too about it.  I didn't get to go in this dream.  I did play basketball, and the ball was so big and hard to throw in my sleep, you know?  It started out maybe I was late or something but maybe not maybe just on time and I put on my backpack guess didn't get it in a locker and didn't want it stolen.  Didn't know about the lockers.  The coach was looking like he should be short, thin, and good looking but bald for basketball and then like what should he be tall to be a music teacher.  So, I made some passes.  I remember practice we were in line to shoot and I took long like at a festival game though trying to position.  The ball maybe seemed to get bigger and heavier or at least harder for me and in the end it was so hard to move.  I made more passes.  There may have been something about the music or performing like a recital in a big room is the feel, but I dunno.  I really wanted to do the music, but all I did was basketball with the music people.  I remember the team members now.  Many were obese and big and kinda tall, boys I think mostly or all.  Some had cute features to make them feel good, and I was thinking I don't do it to conform but because I want to, no end or maybe point.  Like their thumb/s or fingers.  I did actually throw the ball in my dreams like the only one and always a pass and no one ever got it.  It was hard, like a warbling environment.  It must have been hard to concentrate.  I was thinking and yearning for the music, eager to see the people and teacher of course.  It wasn't like I was in his orchestra, and the people were different.  It was more like a school in a way and there may have been 3 teachers and maybe they did different things maybe not.  They didn't seem like much of comrades, though.  The "orchestra" and basketball team was all young people like we were in high school but maybe not I, ageless.  I think the basketball was big and blue.  The basketball was for our well-being and exercise and I guess so violence would not "break out."  There certainly was different tension but lots of "team spirit."  It's like we were sane but uptight.  It was a bit.  Of course it was all in anticipation for Andre Rieu at least secretly with me more.  It still didn't change things.  So, I didn't want to wake up from this dream.  I have a feeling of a dong dong, dong dong, as I look back and hear something now, guitar music on TV, and I wake up and sleep, wake up and sleep, like it's time.