Last night's vivid dream:
...became a dream within a dream. I dreamt that I was playing at the Goshen Old-Timey Music Jam. I couldn't get my guitar re-strung in time so I started "da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaa-ing" through the first fiddle tune.
It was "Shove The Pig's Foot A Little Further In The Fire"
Anyway, the fellas closest to me heard my da-da-da-ing and they stopped
playing instruments and started da-da-ing along with me. Then all the
musicians in the circle stopped playing instruments and joined in the
impromptu acapella fiddle tune.
Soon the entire farmer's market joined in as well.
Well, anyone who's been to the Goshen Farmer's Market (where the music jam is held once a month) knows that there's a significant majority of Mennonites buying and selling there on any given market day. And anyone who knows Mennonites knows that Mennonites know harmony. In fact, ain't nobody knows harmony like Mennonites know harmony.
So there I sat in my dream, surrounded by an otherworldly chorus of da-da-da-ing in full-throated harmony. It gave me chills.
Then I woke from the dream and started telling the woman I was standing next to about the whole dream. Except I was still dreaming.
Soon the entire farmer's market joined in as well.
Well, anyone who's been to the Goshen Farmer's Market (where the music jam is held once a month) knows that there's a significant majority of Mennonites buying and selling there on any given market day. And anyone who knows Mennonites knows that Mennonites know harmony. In fact, ain't nobody knows harmony like Mennonites know harmony.
So there I sat in my dream, surrounded by an otherworldly chorus of da-da-da-ing in full-throated harmony. It gave me chills.
Then I woke from the dream and started telling the woman I was standing next to about the whole dream. Except I was still dreaming.
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