I’m in the Manassas house. There are two guitars on a bench-like table next to the piano. Both guitars are beautiful but one is unusual in that it’s made entirely of black wood and is so dark it seems to absorb the light. The silver strings really stand out against the darkness. I pick it up and strum it to see if it’s in tune. It has a lush rich sound. Neither guitar has a case but each has a kind of cloth shroud they’ll fit into. The one that goes with the black guitar is calico quilt and i use it to rub all the smudges off the guitar and then put the guitar in the sack. I put the other guitar in its sack too. There’s a coat rack – a 2x4 about six feet long with pegs sticking out of it – right next to the piano and hang the guitars in their shrouds up by a loop of material that’s sewn on to the bag. Now my attention turns to the piano. I play a few notes to see if it’s in tune and the lower register keys sound high and broken. I open the top of the piano to see what’s going on with the strings and i’m horrified to see that the mallets and strings are mangled.
Time jump to the incident with the piano: Dad is hanging up the coat rack thing and the top of the piano is open. He drops the hammer he’s using and it goes crashing onto the mallets and breaks them. Back to ‘now’…
I’m kind of confused why my alarm hasn’t gone off yet but go ahead and look up a piano repair business in the yellow pages of a phone book. As soon as i call the number, there’s a man at the door. He comes in through the front door and looks at the damaged piano. He tells me he would take it with him and fix it. I ask him how much it will cost and he tells me $130.00. I’m surprised and tell him i was afraid it would maybe cost nearly as much as the piano is worth. He laughs as he pushes the piano through double doors going out to where the carport would’ve been in real life. There’s just an empty field outside the door and the mans pick-up truck is parked in the middle of it. He pushes the piano towards the truck as i ask him when it will be fixed. He tells me a day that’s three weeks out and i tell him that he can keep it ‘til the first week of August because there’s no rush. The first week in August will give him four weeks. He’s surprised and pleased to have some extra time and drives off.
Back inside the house i’m wondering what time it is and why my alarm hasn’t gone off. I look up at a clock on the wall, the kind of clock you see in institutional type places – just big and round and plain, except it has roman numerals (it seems like my dream clocks generally do have roman numerals) and i do a double take because the clock is at three o’ clock! I realize that i’m in big trouble at work because i didn’t call in to tell them i would be out of the office. As i’m shutting the double doors i start to lock the storm doors and realize if i do that, nobody will be able to open them to unlock the front doors so i leave the storm doors unlocked. I close the double doors – they slide together – and lock them. I notice the piano is back in its spot and i’m confused. I open the top and see that the hammers and mallets have been glued in like the man was in a hurry. It’s all jumbled looking. Cameron is there and i ask her about the piano. She tells me that the man brought the piano back and told her he had to be away for awhile and would fix the piano properly when he returned. I didn’t understand what she was telling me and notice a piece of paper with some writing in pencil on it lying on the piano bench. I can’t make sense of the writing but i think the man had to go to his National Guard thing and will be gone for two weeks. I play some notes on the piano and it sounds good except that the lower registers play high notes and i realize i didn’t specifically ask for the man to tune the piano and wondered if that would cost extra. I’d thought it would all be included in the fixing.
I’m very confused about the time and go downstairs to my bedroom. It’s dark and i check my alarm clock to see why it didn’t go off. It’s still too early and i’m torn between going back into my bed and sleeping some more or, since i’m already up, taking a shower. As i’m trying to make up my mind Strawberry Fields wakes me up for real.
I’m not sure that i get the symbolism of the dream yet. Maybe it will reveal itself to me as the day goes on. Am i the damaged piano? Repairable but out of tune?
Time jump to the incident with the piano: Dad is hanging up the coat rack thing and the top of the piano is open. He drops the hammer he’s using and it goes crashing onto the mallets and breaks them. Back to ‘now’…
I’m kind of confused why my alarm hasn’t gone off yet but go ahead and look up a piano repair business in the yellow pages of a phone book. As soon as i call the number, there’s a man at the door. He comes in through the front door and looks at the damaged piano. He tells me he would take it with him and fix it. I ask him how much it will cost and he tells me $130.00. I’m surprised and tell him i was afraid it would maybe cost nearly as much as the piano is worth. He laughs as he pushes the piano through double doors going out to where the carport would’ve been in real life. There’s just an empty field outside the door and the mans pick-up truck is parked in the middle of it. He pushes the piano towards the truck as i ask him when it will be fixed. He tells me a day that’s three weeks out and i tell him that he can keep it ‘til the first week of August because there’s no rush. The first week in August will give him four weeks. He’s surprised and pleased to have some extra time and drives off.
Back inside the house i’m wondering what time it is and why my alarm hasn’t gone off. I look up at a clock on the wall, the kind of clock you see in institutional type places – just big and round and plain, except it has roman numerals (it seems like my dream clocks generally do have roman numerals) and i do a double take because the clock is at three o’ clock! I realize that i’m in big trouble at work because i didn’t call in to tell them i would be out of the office. As i’m shutting the double doors i start to lock the storm doors and realize if i do that, nobody will be able to open them to unlock the front doors so i leave the storm doors unlocked. I close the double doors – they slide together – and lock them. I notice the piano is back in its spot and i’m confused. I open the top and see that the hammers and mallets have been glued in like the man was in a hurry. It’s all jumbled looking. Cameron is there and i ask her about the piano. She tells me that the man brought the piano back and told her he had to be away for awhile and would fix the piano properly when he returned. I didn’t understand what she was telling me and notice a piece of paper with some writing in pencil on it lying on the piano bench. I can’t make sense of the writing but i think the man had to go to his National Guard thing and will be gone for two weeks. I play some notes on the piano and it sounds good except that the lower registers play high notes and i realize i didn’t specifically ask for the man to tune the piano and wondered if that would cost extra. I’d thought it would all be included in the fixing.
I’m very confused about the time and go downstairs to my bedroom. It’s dark and i check my alarm clock to see why it didn’t go off. It’s still too early and i’m torn between going back into my bed and sleeping some more or, since i’m already up, taking a shower. As i’m trying to make up my mind Strawberry Fields wakes me up for real.
I’m not sure that i get the symbolism of the dream yet. Maybe it will reveal itself to me as the day goes on. Am i the damaged piano? Repairable but out of tune?
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