Dream

Part of my dream was I was sitting on stage, in a middle row in the middle, of Andre Rieu's orchestra.  It was weird because I don't dream about that "POV" or "point of view."  So, it was very real.  I remember, maybe Andre Rieu was aware even, I was used to being on stage.  It was like dark but with the lights so bright like glaring all white inbetween "us" and the audience.  I could see little bumps for people, kinda like clip art but not really.  I remember a black curtain maybe opened partway.  I just saw a sorta big dark shadow of Andre Rieu and heard his voice projecting.

Aside from that, I remember I even got up and left in the middle for a break and came back.  I had a sewing tomato.  I collected them in different colors and sizes.  In the end, I got a grape like I wanted.  In the end, it was a lady who seemed like 7' tall in charge at the end, kinda unruly medium brown hair.  She asked me how tall I was, and she was like 5'10" or  maybe 5'9".  I was explaining some that I was 5'2" and finally said I was 5'2" and said I had short legs.  As I left at the end, I was sizing myself to others, and the lady seemed welcome but made me uncomfortable that I noticed her and was aligning myself to semi-cute girls and shoo'd out.  It was weird how real that seemed as I never imagined that point of view and it just popped up.

When I woke up, I could have been happier but wondered why I was so ugly and as now unshowered, and smelly but not like dirt or something too too bad.  I'm in a nursing home and didn't feel as bad and didn't shower like more than a day, for one of the first times at this nursing home, and you can really tell with my hair.

So, when I heard Andre Rieu and saw his shadow, I had in the back of my mind it settled how people were jealous like in the orchestra but it was shallow and I didn't think of it too much.  I was proud I knew about being on stage, as I am still human and different perhaps maybe better at it than many others, not just in the orchestra, for some reason I haven't precisely figured.  I didn't think about my fan obsession but just a little feeling maybe and something else, like just ooh I like him, another shallow getaway.  I was so struck by his somewhat powerful voice, and I enjoyed it.  I don't know if there was any musical instruments.  We had the chairs, which were probably dark and plastic.  I don't know, maybe they're plastic and it's a nice material.  Hopefully it's a nice professional plastic.

Oh, and I was sizing my torso to the other girls.  They weren't tiny.  We went out to our cars, too, in the parking lot.  I think the cars were small and cute like a child's video game, like an educational one in outer space, or a cartoon of theirs with more details and cute design, all different, however not that many cars like something was missing like some of us took the bus.  There were different colors but not much, like purple maybe, yellow, green blue.  There was a tiny motorcycle, which would also not fit, on the sidewalk area like a park kinda like in Frilly.  The person with it there was reprimanded, like someone on my Facebook from high school.  I forget what else happened, but I almost have the feeling of driving cautiously almost like in a safari but like in pieces, blocks, or visions/flashes.