It's not often that I have one of those dreams that go on and on for what seems like hours and is in reality probably just a few minutes, and it's not often that I remember a whole lot of detail about my dreams... But I had one of those on-and-on ones last night, and I remember bits and pieces of it...
It's one segment of the dream that I recall vividly.
In it, I was a concert pianist, playing before a large audience. The piece I was playing: Piano Concerto No. 2 by Camille Saint-Saens, one of Saint-Saens' most popular works.
If you happen to know that particular Piano Concerto, you know that it has three movements: an andante, an allegro, and a presto.
So there I am, playing the piano beautifully (obviously a dream), the audience is getting into it, and then I reach the end of the second movement... and stop. I stand up to take my bows.
Now this was no run-of-the-mill audience. They knew their Saint-Saens, and they knew that this beautiful piano concerto had three movements and that the third movement was the wild climax and that I had skipped it.
So there I stood like a fool, alone on the stage. There was a smattering of polite clapping -- obviously not the Saint-Saens fans.
Most of the rest of the dream was about how I had destroyed my concert-pianist career by skipping that movement. I don't think I cared very much.
I woke up this morning, got out my vinyl recording of the 2nd Piano Concerto (Earl Wild on the piano), and listened to the whole thing.