I was in the Sunday morning service and knew something was wrong.
Usually, I try to have coffee and eat something somewhat substantial on Sunday morning…especially if I’m playing for the morning service. I don’t have low blood sugar, but there are times when I feel lightheaded or weak or “out of it” if I haven’t had enough to eat.
This is how I felt when I started to play for the soloist. I had already played a ten minute prelude, played for four congregational songs, and the choir special.
I didn’t remember eating. I didn’t remember what had happened up to this point in the service. All I knew was that I couldn’t focus. My head was spinning and I felt all wobbly.
During the middle of the song, my hands started playing the wrong notes. I heard the notes as if they were in a tunnel. The soloist turned and looked at me questioningly.
I tried to recover. I had to keep going. Concentrate. Focus.
Nothing was working. Where were my hands? I couldn’t even see my music.
I would never live this down…
…I stirred and opened my eyes. Where was I?
Oh, it was a dream. It didn’t really happen. I’m in bed on a Saturday morning.
Whew. Praise the Lord!
Yes, I really did have this dream Friday night/Saturday morning. It was so real.
I don’t normally remember my dreams, but this one stuck with me.
I even went and practiced the song for the soloist for the next morning. Amazing how motivation works!
I was telling this story to my sister (who didn’t believe at first that I really had that dream), and she reminded of the time when she actually experienced this in real life.
I’m very thankful it was just a dream. I’m also thankful it happened Friday night instead of Saturday night, or I might have really been freaked out.
Sunday morning (the “real” Sunday morning), I remembered to have coffee and eat something with sustenence. And, thankfully, the worship service went well, even though my arms were a little tired when I was done.
Oh…the Chinese food, you ask? Couldn’t you guess? That was my dinner Friday night. It worked almost as good as pizza.
This post is part of a series I’m doing this month called “On-the-Go Pianist.” Click here to see all the posts!