So I have a rehearsal at ten. Two alarms were set, there was no way I could miss it. But at twelve I was being shouted awake by my organ scholar - how had I managed to miss so much of it? Heart pounding I shot up in bed, looked at the clock. It was twenty to six. I woke up maybe seven more times until, thank God, the alarm went off just now.
Why do dreams have to be so tricksy? The worst so far, which I've had for years, is the girlfriend. When I was thirteen I had an epic dream about the best date ever, which culminated in us riding the top deck of a London bus, at the front, pretending to be flying. I didn't really have a girlfriend, but I missed her so much when I woke up that I nearly cried.
But feel free to try the superman thing.
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