Improvisation

[boccaderlupo]

I dreamed I was in a large hall made of red brick. Three large arches overhead. A coating of dust. A friend of mine who works at a firehouse uptown was there, as was another friend who plays the saxophone. My son was there, also, on a tricycle, although he was much too big for it. We were supposed to play a gig, but only my friend with the saxophone had any musical skills. There was a crowd gathering in the hall beyond, waiting. We were supposed to accompany a poet or something to that effect. I somehow found a snare drum and hi-hat, and knew that I could probably make some kind of beats on that. My friend from the firehouse ran off, as I think he had a call, into the night outside. My other friend and my son went into the hall to make some music.