We were singing something; I didn't know the words. When my turn came, I was singing in unison with a woman (an octave lower than her). I somehow thought she was my sister (pre-dementia).There were a lot of coloratura effects. By the end, there were five or six of us all singing and we came to a rousing conclusion.
When I woke up, I realized that the piece was the first movement of Haydn's trumpet concerto, which I know very well since my daughter is classical trumpet player, and it is the standard audition piece. That's probably why the words were fuzzy to me in the dream.
No comments:
Post a Comment