Had a really strange dream this morning.
Beginning details are faint, which means I must have been returning to consciousness after the scene had already started. I was at a large dinner party—a formal affair, gowns and suits and tuxedos if you're insane—which unfortunately means I was wearing a tux. > > Don't know much of what the reason for it was, or who all was there. There was someone on a stage in the ballroom performing, but I didn't see who.
I remember I was standing in the doorway to an alcove at the back of the ballroom, listening to the music. The alcove itself was empty (because I couldn't feel anyone behind me, and I'm pretty good with sensing people in these environments), but there was a girl to my right, seated in a chair against the wall. I remember that the alcove was built a bit higher off the ground than the ballroom; there were two carpeted steps leadind down into the ballroom, and I was leaning on a velveted counter/divider/whatever you call it, not thinking about too terribly much. For once.
The music was interesting. Wasn't anything pop-related, for which I remember feeling very glad. It was, surprisingly, something more like what Globus does, and that probably explains why I was standing and listening instead of wandering around and haunting the food bar. Which I am known to do. I like strawberries. Hush.
(I know, I know, inundating you with details. I can't help it I notice these things.)
The piece of music at the time was something very powerful and tense, a very driving neo-classical selection. While I was standing and observing, it rose in intensity, driving forward, and at the climax of the section they dropped to almost silence with a bass-drum hit for emphasis. And . . . .
. . . the hit did something to me. I felt the bass drum strike shoot straight through me. Every sound in the room was gone, I couldn't sense people any more, I couldn't sense anything, I couldn't breathe. A wave of vertigo hit me, and I had no idea where I was in relation to anything around me. I must have pitched down the stairs, because I felt my hand brush the railing and latched onto it, pulling myself to it. Except I pulled too hard and crashed into it. When my senses came back, I was leaning over the velvet railing and gasping for air, and anyone in the near vicinity who'd seen me was staring at me. The girl I'd seen earlier asked if I was okay. I think I said "Peachy," although it might have been "Koo-koo-katchoo," or "How doth the little crocodile...,"
She was helping me find a seat when I woke up.
I think she was pretty. I can't remember.
