vivdunstan

Had a very weird dream this afternoon while Martin was taking books and magazines to the charity shop. It started off as a music theory lesson, in a wynd off South Street, St Andrews. Then the pair of us went to various old bookshops, including Quartos (much missed), and then (very not real!) an academic rare bookshop in South Street, towards Jannettas, which sold occult books. As I climbed higher up the floors the books in the shop got older and older, and on each floor a door would open out onto the street in the past. I then got involved in a mystery about a 17th century book and its owner, while a murderous taxi driver from the 19th century was chasing me through time. Even Dr Dee got involved in the story. And then, rather sadly, I woke up, and boggled Martin with the tale of my dream 😜

Very weird accordion themed dream, that's too long to go into fully. But it involved an evening class with Billy Anderson at Kilrymont school in St Andrews. Which then morphed into a let's all get on a bus moment - bizarrely visually for me at the time coming out from the bottom end of Selkirk on the A7 - and then decamping to a massive rabbit warren of a music studio in Fife, with multiple rooms for each instrument. We had to improvise our way en masse (!) through a tune, which was recorded - with all the other instruments - repeatedly. Billy would run out intermittently, and tell people corrections to make, even tape (!) off parts of their keyboards. Crikey, that was a corker.