Dream of: 31 July 1989 (2) "Touched By A Flute"
I have gone to an opera, which was being held on a stage in what appeared to be a park. Tables and chairs had been set up in front of the stage; I had set down with some people I knew at one of the tables farthest from the stage. Before the opera began, I thought about leaving, because I thought I wasn't going to be all that interested in the opera. Nevertheless, I stayed and when it was almost time for the opera to begin, I looked around and saw some chairs closer to the stage; I thought I might move to one of them. A woman who apparently was a sort of hostess here saw me looking around and asked if she could help me. I asked her about the other chairs, and she told me I wouldn't be able to sit in them unless I paid extra.
So I stayed where I was, even though my view of the stage was blocked to some extent by a large tree. Finally I did move into a different chair at my table, and from this chair I was able to see considerably better.
The opera began and the actors promenaded onto the stage. I soon realized the opera was apparently about Pan, and that interested me. A fellow walked out on the stage and began playing a long metal silver flute. The flute wasn't a transversal flute, but the kind in which the air is blown into the end. The flute looked and sounded quite beautiful. The fellow must be an excellent flute player to be able to play it.
As I watched him play, I noticed the flute somehow seemed to be getting longer. As it grew longer, it seemed to be coming in my direction. Finally the flute actually touched me, and then began receding back to the fellow. I felt quite good by what had happened; it seemed as if the flute touching me had some special significance. I became more absorbed in watching the opera.
After a while I heard someone sitting behind me at my table say that since I had been touched by the flute, I hadn't said anything to anyone, as if I had become stuck up. But I didn't pay any attention to the person and I continued watching the opera.
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