Robots on a Train
Jan. 18th, 2011 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cremainsMy love increases for H., who uses "Hellenistic, body-glorifying freak" as a sincere insult.
I dreamed that I woke up on a train.
I was an American baal teshuva and lead violinist on his way to perform a piece, travelling with the conductor, an American am haaretz. We were sleeping in a sort of transport car filled with hay, and sunlight came in through the wood.
I became aware that there were two other people on the train car - almost identical, Chareidi-looking men with neat little blond beards. We struck up a conversation and I was disconcerted by their mechanical, almost spring-loaded motions. The sound of gears grinding was just barely audible.
It became clear (without anybody mentioning it) that they were converts and robots. I wasn't sure in the dream if I knew that they were converts because they were robots (was that the same category in the dream?) or if my confusion over what they were was actually because they were Armenian (something they told me later to explain their accents).
These two men turned out to be the composers of the piece I was going to perform. I was very excited to meet them, because although this particular piece was a discordant piece of crap, they had also composed some of the most moving string arrangements of modern times.
A shoddy piano appeared in the train car. The robots/converts/Armenians/? and my annoying conductor took turns playing jaunty tunes.
We drank very much vodka and fell asleep in a circle.
I dreamed that I woke up on a train.
I was an American baal teshuva and lead violinist on his way to perform a piece, travelling with the conductor, an American am haaretz. We were sleeping in a sort of transport car filled with hay, and sunlight came in through the wood.
I became aware that there were two other people on the train car - almost identical, Chareidi-looking men with neat little blond beards. We struck up a conversation and I was disconcerted by their mechanical, almost spring-loaded motions. The sound of gears grinding was just barely audible.
It became clear (without anybody mentioning it) that they were converts and robots. I wasn't sure in the dream if I knew that they were converts because they were robots (was that the same category in the dream?) or if my confusion over what they were was actually because they were Armenian (something they told me later to explain their accents).
These two men turned out to be the composers of the piece I was going to perform. I was very excited to meet them, because although this particular piece was a discordant piece of crap, they had also composed some of the most moving string arrangements of modern times.
A shoddy piano appeared in the train car. The robots/converts/Armenians/? and my annoying conductor took turns playing jaunty tunes.
We drank very much vodka and fell asleep in a circle.
