Myself When I Am Real
It’s fascinating how memory works. I thought I had remembered every dream from last night. Alas, another dream memory was triggered. I’m listening to Mingus on Piano, specifically the first track, Myself When I Am Real. As soon as it starts I perceive a vision of a handsome stranger playing my piano.
He’s playing this song, not missing a single beat and it sends shivers through me.
I watched as his hands scattered over the keys, his head swaying side to side, eyes closed. I know who he is. I’ve played piano with him before.
His eyes are green. His scent is distinct and delicious, like pastels, charcoal and chocolate.
I searched for sheet music in my room. I found Bach, U2, Elton John and a few of my own. I took them to him and he played what I liked. I made tea. I sat next to him and we played together. I was completely drawn to him.
I shifted into another dream sequence with an intense longing.