A Horrible Dream.

This dream is ridiculously easy to interpret, if you know me personally. (I'll give some background at the end.)

The first horrible thing that happened was that the kids' choir at my church was putting on a musical. (That's not the horrible part.) Part of it involved a small kiddy pool, for some reason. I went to help out for a rehearsal and the director off-handedly told me that a girl had drowned in the kiddy pool last night. I spent the rest of the dream trying to figure out how this happned, and it came down to this: everyone else had gone home but this girl's parents weren't on time to pick her up. Nobody really seemed to like her. There was another older girl still there - a combination of Melanie, Bailey, and Brooke, and she was playing baseball with herself or something weird like that. She told me that she had seen the girl go into the pool and drown, she just didn't do anything about it.

Then my flute teacher Jeff showed up at my house to find out why I was missing the masterclass that I cancelled on yesterday. I was very upset from hearing about this poor girl at my church and didn't really want to see him at all. He was demanding to know why I cancelled because on the phone I had said "It's private." I wasn't answering, but my mom came up behind me and started telling him about the girl who had drowned at our church, and he figured that that was why I had cancelled and apologized profusely, but I pretty much still hate him now.

Then there was a really disturbing part where I was back at church and the music director and I were talking about the girl who had died, and she pulled out a drawer and pulled out the girl's body from it. She looked like she was sleeping, except that her skin looked kind of white-blue. Then, in a way more confusing part, I found out that the girl had survived, and someone handed me a baby and said that it was her and that she was still alive.

Then, in a more random part, I was renting two movies from a movie place and the lady at the check-out was my piano accompanist. I still couldn't understand what she was saying.

---Some background info: Someone very close to me recently drowned and it was horrible. I really did call and cancel on a masterclass yesterday, because I was getting stupidly anxious about it and really, really didn't want to do it and I think that I should only do the extra-curricular things I want to do, but Jeff told me he was "disappointed" and I cried for a while because it made me feel like a failure. This is probably my brain's way of making an excuse for why I can't go. ---