of music and fish
...some parts of it are eluding me...

i'm entering some house, and someone explains me that there are two kinds of people there. i'm almost sure i'm of the second, more magic kind. (..do not remember..) someone is chasing me. someone else is leading me into a room which is a center, Holy of Holies of this place. there is a cabinet (dresser) in the room; it is smaller than i'm myself, but i understand that i have to get into it somehow, and if i'm of the second, more magic kind, i'll be successful.

door opens, i get in.

the dresser is an aquarium, i become a fish; the moment i get in, the doors of the dresser get colored with tens of colors of unusual brightness, and the space itself gets filled with color and music. i remember the color of red filling the door, following an intricate pattern placed by a hand i can not see.

this was the place i was looking for, and for the sake of this music i came here.

i realize that it is me who is playing the music.

i am playing cello.

it is Bach, but i do not remember which piece.

someone is coming into the room and trying to catch me; it's a cello teacher. she was amazed to hear such a music; but she is of a first, less magic kind, and when she tries to catch me, she catches air, and her hands pass through me.

i wake up, and i understand that i'm still trying to find and to feel and to hear the music, to find meaning and see thousands of colors in the World around