The Dream

The Dream--

Before I begin the writing about the dream,  I must set the stage.  Doing this will help readers understand.

My husband is the best.  He is kind, caring, loving, helpful, and he has no musical ability.  Of course, one doesn't have to feel the beat to be successful.  He does everything else well.  He is a gardner, a cook, a loving father and grandfather.  He never complains when I ask him to help me move the furniture--again.  He thinks of my needs all the time.  When I was diagnosed with Celiac, he read and studied.  He bought various flours and tried them all.  I cannot think of one thing that he lacks--except feeling the beat of a piece of music.   In all of life this is a very small thing.

Actually, it goes beyond feeling the beat.  He has trouble carrying a tune.  He can stay on tune for the first couple of measures then he is off on his own tune.  He would never sing in a choir or sing loud enough for anyone to hear him.  Even so, he loves music.  He has his favorites, and the car radio is always tuned to his favorite oldies but goodies station.

My life has been full of music.  Piano lessons, voice lessons, singing in choirs and small groups, directing musicals to name a few.  Performing and directing is part of my being.  As you can tell, my husband and I approach music from very different places.

Recently, he shared a dream he had.  He said it was more of a nightmare.  As I describe the dream, I am in tears.  It is impossible for me to think about this without laughing until my stomach hurts.  Here it is.

THE DREAM

He and I were being seated at a wedding in a church.  We were taken to the front row which surprised us both.  We took our seats and waited for the ceremony to begin.

After a bit a person came and escorted us to a back room in the church.  My husband was instructed to put on a large rabbit costume.  We were rather surprised at this instruction.  He put it on.  It was a full body suit.  As soon as it was on, he said I left the room with someone.  He said a man came in and got me.  I didn't bother to tell him where I was going.  I simply left him in the rabbit costume.  All alone.

And then a person handed him a hymn book and told him he was going to go out front and direct the singing.  He said he was very scared to do this but decided to follow instructions.  And that is where the dream ended--as he was walking to the front of the church in this rabbit costume with a hymnal in his hand to direct the singing!  This man who cannot carry a tune or feel the beat.  It must have been the most frightening thing for him.  But, for me it is hysterically funny.

Even as I write this, I am laughing.  Why would he dream something like this?  Who knows.  But I do know this.   This dream has brought us both many smiles.

On those days when the sun isn't shinning in my life, I think about that dream.  And I laugh.  I hope it brings a smile to your day, also.