Okay so I got to sleep like usual when suddenly I start dreaming that I am playing piano, no big deal there because since part of the urge I got to learn were dreams where I was playing songs I don't even recognize.
When suddenly... I am standing in the freaking void, naked. When I gaze to my left I spot a cloth rack that has this stunning tux with a exquisite cut. So naturally I brought my inner shoplifter and quickly got into the suit.
Just when I finished I encounter myself in a sitting position back in the piano. a sheet with Rachmaninoff open before me, and light starts to pour down from all the sides and I find myself with a orchestra.
The concertmaster nods and I get the urge to play, to make the long story short I start to play Rachmaninoff's Piano concerto No.2 in C Minor.
The crazy of this dream is that I am not a connoisseur of Rachmaninoff exactly and I haven't even thought about playing it, specially with my mediocre power level (yes power level) I had to browse for like 1 hour to find this concerto because I didn't even knew the exact name.
I think I have either been hanging way too much with the pleasant fella that took Rachmaninoff's name to compose his own or I got real self delusional issues.
Or perhaps it was a prophecy like freaking Harry Potter OMG.
The one to fill the National Theater of his country approaches, born to those who aren't relevant to mention when the third month dies.
Topic: Last night I had the weirdest dream