Sports Night Bathroom

Good morning,


During another night of copious rest, my subconscious has again dazzled me with fantastical occurrences. This one was one continuous dream, but again unique as it featured environments from previous dreams. Here we go...

I was in the rather large gymnasium of my elementary school. Apparently it was a sports night because a bunch of random people and I were playing floor hockey. The person in charge of this scrimmage was the draconian gym coach, Mrs. Beese. Side note :(Of all the gym teachers I've ever had, Mrs. Beese was definitively the absolute worst of all of them. She threw me out of 3rd grade intramural dodgeball for 'giving her sass') Mrs. Beese was being her normal, annoying self by telling us exactly how for out of position each one of us was on each play in the floor hockey game.

After the game had ended, all of the people who were in the gym retired to the men's locker room. This was no ordinary locker room, this was quite possibly the nicest locker room in existence. This is the environment I mentioned before that has appeared in multiple dreams. When I walked in I was confronted with a wall of mahogany stalls with bronze door handles. As I followed the room further back, I turned a corner to find a wall of sinks and mirrors with a staircase leading up to another level. The stairs rose above a wardrobe that looked like a gateway to Narnia. I continued on past another bend to find a grand piano. Not just any grand piano, the most beautiful piano i had ever seen in my life. It was all plated gold with white accents and the keys were made of real ivory and ebony. The closest ting to this piano is probably the concert grand in the ballroom of the White House.

I touched my finger to middle C and instantly the most pure tone I had ever heard rang throughout the entire room. I was elated, and sat down to play more. However, as soon as I sat down, the piano and I were moved into a courtyard garden with ivy hanging from those open ceiling frames they have. I looked at the piano to find that it had been covered with things people find when cleaning up ghetto beaches. There was about a foot of sand, broken bottles, syringes, broken bricks, dead animals,cigarette butts, seaweed and a bunch of other trash covering this beautiful piano. I tried hard to clear all that clutter off and play this gorgeous instrument, but it was to no avail.

Thats all.