Momma Snider

I’ve had some fun dreams lately but haven’t gotten around to posting them.  Last night some teachers from my school were working on a Saturday and Francisco called to ask me to bring them something to eat.  So I went down there with free pizza certificates, and they all went to the back room of a pizza place to eat.  There were about 30 of them by that time, and they got rowdy and the police were called, and by the time they got there everyone was throwing food and getting really crazy.

But then we all went to a big concert of some kind, more of an orchestra thing than a rock concert.  The rowdy teachers were still there.  Somehow the conductor picked Rocky out and found out that he was a great conductor and offered him a job, which he turned down.  But we were kind of the stars of the audience after that.  In front of several thousand people, the conductor asked me if I’d be willing to sing “a classic” as an object lesson.  I said okay, except I could not think of a song.  Finally I came up with “If I Fell” by the Beatles, and I decided I’d start it low so I could reach the high notes later on.  I didn’t realize the conductor was going to be playing the piano.  So I started, and it didn’t fit what he was playing, so he had to adjust.  I thought I did okay, though, and Rocky sang some harmony, but when we were finished the conductor said, “That was terrible, of course, but it serves my purpose.”  He did not make clear what that purpose was, besides embarrassing me, but whatever.  He told Rocky and me to wear pink shirts for the evening performance.  And then the rowdy teachers started a riot, and my grandma was there, and she had to try to escape the riot, and the police were there shooting at the rioters, so we all had to lie down in the gutter so the curb would give us some measure of protection from the flying bullets.  But I guess we lived happily ever after, because here I am!