I dreamed I was asked to play some tunes at church on my ukulele with an unknown (but very talented and very gorgeous lady) piano accompanist. I said “sure, why not? I feel pretty good about my playing skills now - I mean, they’re not epic yet, but I can plunk out some stuff if I have the sheet music! No problem! And even if I mess up, it won’t be a big deal because my church fam would love it anyway!”
Suddenly, it’s Sunday; I sit down in front of everyone up front, look to the pianist, grab my sheet music…and it’s suddenly turned into a booklet on gaming.
I start flipping through the booklet, horrified, trying to get the pianist to stall for time. Interestingly enough, there is sheet music inside (here and there scattered within the booklet), but it’s certainly not what I’m looking for. By this time, it’s been a while, and people are starting to look at their watches in long-suffering boredom; I’m about to explode from sheer stress.
Finally, I throw up my hands and say I’ll try another time - my face was on fire as I gathered my things and began to move them, and I even got sympathy claps, which added to my embarrassment. One thing I noticed then as I did was that the audience was a lot smaller than it had been - I had taken so long (and the people were so sweet to not say anything) that we’d skipped right over the service, and people had already gone home! Those still there were just trying to be nice and supportive!
By now, I’ve turned into the Human Torch by how red my face has become, and I finally stash my things in a corner, leave a note saying “Back in 5 minutes,” and run outside to the back field my church owns - I just needed to be alone for a while. A corner of it had been turned into a makeshift garden, with huge beautiful purple flowers that grew off tall bushes to hang out and over anyone passing beneath. Someone had spread a mat and blanket there, and I took advantage and crept under the covers to just hide away.
Then I remembered two of my best friends said they would either be at church that day or at least meeting me afterwards in the parking lot. I sit up, noticing that a lot of time has passed, and see a familiar vehicle parked a couple hundred yards off, and a familiar guy looks over right then and catches my eye. The look on his face says he’s been there a while, searching for me, and now relief and gladness spread over his features. Grateful, happy, worn out, and yet embarrassed further, I hunch over into a ball to wait as I hear him run all the way across to where I am.
“…Jo? You ok?”
I hear him sink to his knees in the grass before me and then he takes me in his arms. I managed to shake my head against his chest, but otherwise I was keeping it together so I wouldn’t burst into tears.
Then I woke up.
1. I very much adore and love Guy in said dream.
2. I’d been thinking a lot lately about how he may never reciprocate said love.
3. I just had this dream.
…I’m very warm and fuzzy inside right now.