Yet another Great Big Dream

I distinctly remember dreaming this morning that I was at a Great Big Sea show. I've done this before, but this time around it was different. This time I wasn't just a member of the audience--I was someone that Séan McCann actually invited up onto the stage to join them as they played "Mari-Mac", because they wanted my piccolo part in on the song. I remember Séan saying something about their not having a fiddle player that time around, which as I look back on it now strikes me as pretty damned strange given that I'm sure that Bob Hallett was standing RIGHT THERE, thank you.

(Clearly, whatever dream logic I had in force at the time was skewed by the general bizarrity that I was actually about to dream for once about playing music with Great Big Sea. Either that, or being talked to by Séan. Hell, that's scientifically proven to short out my brain when I'm awake, never mind when I'm sleeping.)

Anyway, they wanted my piccolo part, and conveniently enough my piccolo was within easy grabbing distance, in its case...

(What my piccolo was doing on a stage occupied by Great Big Sea, in whose repetoire the piccolo is not alas included, is another oddity. Shush. This is dream logic, remember?)

... lying on the shelf beneath a podium (and we won't even go into why a podium was on the stage too), so I whipped it out and jumped in with them to play. I'm pretty sure we'd gotten into the first verse when crash, I got woken up by the noise of a dish being broken downstairs. Oops. My subconscious, having worked itself up to finally fork over the Ideal Great Big Dream for Anna, was promptly thrown right out of the groove and didn't get it back before the alarm woke me up for real about half an hour later. Damn. With all my luck my next several Great Big Dreams will involve Alan and Séan giving lectures on the lifespan of moose.

I really need a Séan icon now, though. Failing that, I shall invoke Great Big Zombies, which still rank as the best GBD ever.