I dream almost every time I sleep, and I’m still wondering who is in charge of my dreams.  I couldn’t come up with these things in my wildest imagination.  The one I woke with this time involved music.  Someone insisted I stand with the choir and help them sing a piece I’d never seen before.  Luckily, we were at the back, and no one was watching us.  I looked around desperately for the music.  When I spotted it, I hissed, “It’s too high.”

That would lead you to believe the music was out of my range, that it was too high for me to sing comfortably.  No, that wasn’t the problem.  The sheet music was dangling about 15 feet above our heads.  I could barely see that it was music, much less see my notes.