The World According to Keitho

Just another WordPress.com weblog

Archive for the ‘Dreams’ Category

Nightmare

Posted by keithosaunders on April 19, 2019

What a dream I just awoke from — one that figures to stay with me from years to come.  I’m still shaking!

I dreamed that I was on a break at a gig and I was going through the buffet line.  I hadn’t eaten all day and I was more than ready to chow down.  I loaded up my plate to the brim with potato salad, rice, beans, and the most delicious short ribs I had ever seen.  The meat was glistening like Annette Funicello’s skin in Beach Blanket Bikini.

As I was walking to my seat, disaster struck.  I tripped, sending the entire contents of my plate onto the floor.  I was practically in tears but the bass player, who had been ahead of me in the line, said, “Get some more, get some more!”

I returned to the buffet only to find the cook putting the covers on the now empty steam tables.  All I was able to glean was a half order of (bottom of the pan) crusty rice and beans.

Needless to say I awoke in mid-scream in a cold sweat.  I hope this is not an omen.

Image result for bottom of the pan rice

Advertisements

Posted in Dreams | Tagged: , , , , , , , | Leave a Comment »

Strange dream

Posted by keithosaunders on December 21, 2009

Woke up thinking about a dream I had overnight.  I was in Switzerland on tour with my trio.  We were checked into this hotel in Geneva in the old section of town.  We had a week-long tour and we had just arrived.  We wanted to go out and see a little of the town but I hadn’t checked into my room yet.   The bass player, who had already checked in, was showing me the way to the lobby.  We had to ascend an increasingly narrow staircase, until, at the top, there was no room to squeeze through the door without falling off the staircase.

My mother was in the dining room and she made a comment about the Swiss having been in cahoots with the Nazis and I responded, “sure, that’s why all of these old building still exist — they were never bombed…”

All of a sudden I realized that I had forgotten to pack the music.  So there was some anxiety in the dream, but overall we were in a nice place and I was happy to see my Mom again, if only in a dream.

My trio CD, which comes out in April, was produced by a guy who lives in Montreux and there is an outside chance that he will bring us over to play.  There is also a chance that I will go over next year as part of a solo piano festival.  I’m sure that’s where this dream comes from, but it was odd for the inclusion of my Mom.  Things seemed nice, but just a little off.

Posted in Dreams, jazz | Leave a Comment »