Harmonica players in a park, Tsahal, sandwhiches, moths and butterflies, dream by mikele -- March 15, 2012
I am walking in a park with Champi during the week end, it is a bright day, the atmosphere is a heavy: warm and a little humid. Many people are out enjoying their hobbies. We reach an area where there is a group of people a little older than us - mid-forties, some already parents. They are playing the diatonic harmonica together, some Umpa music tune, the music the diatonic harmonica was originally designed for. I look carefully to confirm it is really diatonic harmonicas that they are playing, and I see that indeed the harmonicas are diatonic, company Hohner. The harmonicas look like the Blues Harp model, but the comb is darker.
I sit down to listen in a corner made out of rock, shaped as a larger bench or chair with three sides. The lady directing them, is in her forties too, a little hippie with some dark purple dresses and yellow threads going through her black hair. She seems a little anxious, and I don't know why. All the musicians are focused on their piece, standing in front of their music stand. After I sit down, I see Champi standing next to one of the musicians and looking at his partition, seemingly surprised at what he sees, that music has to be read. I feel critical that he doesn't know that. The musician shows him stuff on the pages and then I am surprised to see Champi take out a kind of trumpet, silver color, similar to the color of the clouds, and start playing with them after he is told at what point the group is playing on the partition.
Then an older guy shows up, a little bit ruff. He has shaved short hair, with sparkles of gray, is a mid-aged Israeli - late forties. He has a black T-shirt, with Tsahal- the name of the Israeli army - written on it in a cute curly white font. It turns out the place where I am sitting is where the guy sells sandwiches. He starts to set up shop and I move out of the way. He also writes a price on the dark rock - granite ? - with a big orange marker: 1000, as if to test it, and then erases it. Then I understand I may get paid working for him, helping in making sandwiches. 1000 is the price of the sandwiches. Our sandwich stand is now in some dark hall, with early Gothic style arcs, as in some old monastery. There are moths, I chase them and throw them out. More come: they are bigger. I try to squash some one the wall, and when I hit the wall, missing the moths, light brown squares appear in the manner of a video game. It takes me time to understand that it means I didn't succeed to get the moths that time. Eventually I catch them with agility, and throw them out, crushing them in my hand at the same time. The guy tells me he hates moths, so I want to do a good job on getting rid of them. Then a few big purple butterflies come up, with a loud buzz. They are stationary facing me in the monastery. I go to get them, but one is particularly menacing, I am scared, yet ready to go and fight. I wake up.
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