At least once a week I've had a recurring dream of playing a piano. I always wake up with a strong urge to seek out the experience again. It's not the sound a piano makes but the unique tactile feeling of the ivory keys - the feeling of pressure required to push the keys that knocks the hammer into wire & rebound under my fingers. Took lessons as a child from a little wizened wrinkled lady who seemed to be what modern fantasy writers portray as an ancient one. The best thing about lessons was her fascinating home filled with thick rugs and all sorts of nick knacks set in heavy dark wood furniture draped in crocheted coverings. I was never a star pupil and after several years managed to struggle up to playing a level of 2 sharps and 3 flats.

Perhaps I subconsciously want to start playing again? Or maybe some deep hidden metaphor? Some people have frequent dreams of flying or falling. What are your recurring dreams?