Singing in the Garden
Nite of 3 December 2021
(After a few nights of rough sleep, I finally dream big... and I mean BIG)
I am invited to come and sing to/with an amazing troupe from a more British English setting. I'm there and the people of the troupe have practically pulled me in as part of their family. We go out and visit some of their favorite places then head back to the large house that we are all staying in. (Large as in the ceiling was a high vaulted ceiling) There are still quite a few people that haven't met as the first day was short and some of them were practicing with the master/coach/conductor.
The next day or something I'm out to eat and come out of my favorite restaurant so far and see these three tall men approaching me saying things like you're going to come with us now, and trying to reach for my bag. Well I try to fight them before they actually chill and say they're from the troupe. So we all walk back to the big house where we are staying. Well it's in the middle of a session with a soft piano ballad so everyone has to be quiet.
Soon enough though, we start joking around, I mention that I danced and people wanted to see, that got a rise out of a few people and got them excited, still a bit quiet but excited. I go out to the little porch to take a seat out there in the cool air until a loud crash sound happens. Turns out that somebody was spinning around with another person in their arms and managed to tear down a curtain and rod.
Well, this alerted the conductor and she came out to chastise them. When she locked eyes with me though she looked absolutely furious. She said that I was not supposed to be here right now because I was supposed to be singing with somebody later. She said a few more things that completely pissed me off, so I grabbed my bag and walked off the porch and out of a small gated fence area. People called back for me but I ignored them. There was somebody else approaching in a car, a man with a woman in it, I knew it was one of the troop people that I have yet to meet because he stopped right in front of the main stairs to the house. Well, I was too upset to introduce myself so I walked to the intricate garden that these people had. And once I was out of sight I ran.
Well this garden was absolutely beautiful. It wasn't in full bloom, but I could tell that when all of the flora sprouted something magical could happen. But then I get to another archway at the end of a few twists and turns and here yelling. I look past the archway and it's the same house that the troupe is in. But the building itself looked much fresher. There was a young boy, Florence, I was hearing, running down the stairs toward the garden I was in. A butler shouting his name behind him, much more older and a bit stiffer looking, more distressed than angry. Then I hear the rev of a motorcycle and see one launch off the stairs perpendicular to the ones the boy was running down (the stairs were perpendicular not the motorcycle).
The boy ran into the garden and I took this time to ask the butler what was wrong. He said the young master was making a huge mistake and needed to come back home. So I ran after the boy and started shouting his name. All while I was wearing 3 inch heels and my favorite purple scarf.
I found the boy, but dream magic happened and we've resolved his issue and are back on the steps. The butler is happy and the woman on the motorcycle has come back and is very peeved. Well I try to hide from her, but both the butler and Florence tell her where I was headed ( back to the garden) and she follows me. Well I'm a really bad hider and she finds me quickly. I recognize a younger version conductor of the troupe that I was invited to and it apparently scared the ever-living daylights out of me because I woke up from there.