I was at the ballet. Except it wasn't the ballet. I was in a theatre. Suddenly I was plucked from the audience with someone else (don't ask me. I don't have a clue). We were each handed a puppet that looked like a fish. And, yeah, it was Nemo and Dory. I have no idea where that came from. Die Frau and I haven't yet attempted watching Finding Nemo with the kiddo. Anyway, these puppet fish were large and appeared to be designed by Julie Taymor - which I'm totally fine with. Then the music began. It was Stravinsky's The Firebird. I don't remember if it was the suite or the complete ballet but it was there. So this other person and I were "swimming" around the stage in a way that seemed to to make total sense with the music.
Then came the weird part.
I was dreaming (Duh. You knew that part, right?). The strange part was that my conscious self knew I was dreaming. I knew both that I was in a dream and that I was lying there in my bed. The strange part is that I knew what was coming next. I awoke on the downbeat of 'The Infernal Dance of all King Kaschei's Subjects."
Even in my dream it was one of the loudest things I've ever heard.
