What makes me say awful is the (yet another) dream of bassoony destruction.
So to you, dear reader. Is this a literal fear of my instrument being destroyed? Could it be a symbolic representation of something else in my life that is falling apart, or that I fear is falling apart? My bassoon is the most precious Thing that I Own, as in not a living breathing creature in space and time.. a Thing. Wouldn’t it’s dreamy destruction serve as exactly the wake-up call I would need to move on re-directing the outcome of something equally dreaded? Perhaps. In the meatime, I tire of my own neurosis.