So in my dream last night....
I was older, like in my mid 20s and I was playing in the Seattle Symphony. I was having a great time being there, except I hated my orchestra coordinators. It was this group of rich, snobby teenage girls...like Mean Girls type figures.

For some reason, in this odd dream world, my mail was delivered through the symphony. So at the end of rehearsals, the coordinators would pass out every one's mail. The evil orchestra coordinators decided to write me fake love letters.I was so happy to get these love letters. I was completely unaware of the cruel intention behind their fabrication. I would receive a letter and be so excited.

But then I got a real lover letter from some anonymous man on the far east part of the country. In his letter, he told me to take journey to Colorado, there we would meet. So I embarked on my journey to Colorado, but the evil orchestra coordinators followed, trying to intercept my mail. My lover had to make a detour and he somehow ended up in New Orleans, but I never knew because of my evil orchestra coordinators. So I lived the rest of my lonely life in Colorado

Just a Little Introduction

Greetings to those who may have stumbled upon this little gem of a blog. My name is Amy!. I'm a high school student and an aspiring clarinetist. While spending a summer away at a music camp, I came across a tragic realization- I was under the belief that I am not a unique human being. After being surrounded by other kids who were just as talented as me(if not better), acted like me, talked like me, etc, I had felt as though I was not a special person. This summer was about finding my true identity, looking for all those little things that make me different from everyone else. And after talking with some friends, I have learned one of my most exceptional traits- I have incredibly vivid dreams!

Now, I'm not so sure I believe in dream symbolism. I think the only person to interpret your dreams is yourself. No one can tell you want to think of your life! I think of dreams as my own personal omens. They may or may not have any significance to others, but they do help me learn about myself; my subconscious mind crying to me.