Dream

The other night, I had another weird dream. It was a terrible dream, though I wouldn't really call it a nightmare. In the dream, I was having my first piano session with Maam Magalit. We were having lessons in our garage, where my old hand-me-down piano from my lola is located. In real life, the piano was destroyed by the 2009 supertyphoon, Ondoy. In my dream, it was working again.

Maam sat beside me, like how a traditional piano teacher would, and I was reading the Chopin Etude I've always wanted to learn for personal reasons - Etude Op. 10 no. 3 in E major "No Other Love". In the dream, the piece was in Bb and I could see the notes notated to the melody of the etude. I tried to play the notes but for some reason, nothing was coming out from the piano. I found myself unable to play a single note. Even if I knew how to read it, my fingers weren't working anymore. I remember being so embarrassed but Maam Luci remained undisturbed and calm.

She told me stop trying to playand explained something which I seemed to have understood very well in the dream but now, awake, left me a bit confused. She said something like, "when you play a piece, you don't listen to it first, and you do not think of the composer. You should not check the background of the composer. You should just play exactly whatever is written on the piece. If you play it correctly, it will sound like Chopin even if you don't know the composer." And I'm like, "ok ok, i get it."



Hmmmm....