Although there were no visuals or vocals, I understood that the cellist was someone who hasn't crossed my mind in many a year: Ester Bloom, whose name sounds like it should be some sort of phenomenon in organic chemistry and who was a blogging collaborator of mine more than a quarter of a century ago. One of her poems from back then was specifically about how she couldn't play the cello and how God had given her "a cello to be instead of to play."
Sunday, March 15, 2026
Cello dream
I had a dream with no visual component, just music: a single cello playing, with great intensity and virtuosity, the Beatles song "With a Little Help from My Friends." It's been in my head all day -- the cello version from my dream, that is, which appears not yet to exist in the waking world, though I did check YouTube just in case.
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