Phillip Giustino, Music Director

A friend of mine from elementary school, Phillip Giustino, made a brief, unmemorable appearance last night as a music director, in a dream I was dreaming about being in "the big show." He was at least partially responsible for judging or coordinating the acts, so he was a somebody, and people were going to him for last minute advice and instructions. 

I found myself at the amphitheater with only some of my gear, and I realized that I'd have to make a trip home. I'd brought my guitar and amp and an assortment of other accessories: cables, a keyboard, snare drum and guitar tuner, a random sampling, and not very well thought out, since it was kind of a last minute packing job.

There was a Nurse Ratched type of antagonist character who was supposed to be responsible for reminding everyone what to bring, and I was a bit miffed that she'd scolded me for having neglected to bring a snare drum stand and had sent me home to get one. Upon inspection, I found that I'd actually packed one, but it had been folded up so that it managed to conceal itself under the snare drum.

I did, however, forget to bring a capo for my guitar, which became evident when someone asked if they could borrow one from me. Serendipitously,  I found one lying in the gutter at that very moment, so I offered it to them. It turned out that it was theirs all along. Lucky them. Now I was again minus a capo, but I didn't anticipate needing one for the show, so I didn't sweat it too much.

Groups were forming as people walked around sizing one another up. I was sure to get in with one set or another, so I bided my time and practiced a few songs. One heavy metal whiz kid had a group already formed and looked to be the shoe-in candidate for first place. I kind of envied him, since he and his band were already tight, and there I was, still working on putting together a set list.

That's about it. Sorry for the complete lack of attention to narrative, style, plot or purpose. It was just a random dream that I'd almost forgotten, but remembered at the last minute. I'm sure there was a point to it, or some salient details that I've omitted, but like the capo, I'm not going to sweat it too much.