Dream journal

I was taking some kind of class from Adam Gilbert [a fabulous early-music teacher currently at USC], in a nondescript white classroom. He left the room to get something from his office down the hall, and while he was away, I turned to Macsen (who was sitting next to me in the class) and tried to teach him some three-against-two rhythm exercises. He was interested until he wasn't. Then Adam came back to the classroom with a loaf each of five different kinds of homemade bread. I pulled out one of my own and joked that I'd missed the memo and only brought one kind.

Boy, this entry gets lots of tags that don't normally go together....