WTF Piano

This dream was a lot like the TV show V but the group trying to take over the world and succeeding was the church instead of alien Visitors and the rebel group trying to oppose the takeover was not yet named instead of called the 5th Column.

I was a part of the rebel group and it was my job to come up with a safe and secure meeting place for our rebel force and for new recruits to come and feel safe and welcome. Many who came to us just needed protection but could offer no real help in the fight against the church so they just needed taking care of. Sometimes we could find tasks they could do to help like look after the injured or sick, watch over the children, find and pass out food, but the main force was made up of people who were very good a keeping stuff secret and hidden. They were called Secret Keepers. Most of the time they had to teach others how to survive in the big world by appearing to blend into the main society while still actually being a part of the rebels. Our group couldn’t really house people so we had to learn how to adapt and blend in so we could still somehow have a place to dwell.

So I went around to different places and searched for nooks and crannies in the various different cities I traveled to for any place that would be safest and best for our rebel group to meet. Finally during a visit to the main church in the oldest main church city I just so happened to come across a door that was so well hidden that there was no way anyone could tell it was there unless they were really trying hard to look for it. I went inside as quietly as I could and inside was a very large completely run down and abandoned room. It was large enough to hold about 500 people comfortably if we all cleared the floor of the rubble and sat down cross legged.

The rubble was made up of broken down and rotted wooden church benches for a congregation to gather and watch their leader up at the front. In the right side corner of the front of the room was a broken down old piano that looked somehow very odd in a way but I couldn’t quite figure out yet how or why I got that feeling when I looked at it. Oh well I was happy since I had found our secret hiding meeting place in the twisty complicated deep section of the main church right under the noses of those we oppose but never to be found.

It was so perfect since we would never need an excuse to go into the church since it was expected of the good mass of people to go frequently for prayer and instruction or guidance. It was the best cover for our side to be seen walking into the greatest, oldest most important and sacred of churches. So our secret keepers then had to teach our side how to leave the main parts of the church without detection or suspicion if they were somehow questioned along the way to our deep special place. There were so many hallways that small groups of people of say two or three could easily walk through them in all directions in random looking patterns so it would never look like a large group of people slowly gravitating towards one place by taking round about paths to get there.

Everyone had to do their part so we would never be discovered we would never go the same way twice unless it was our turn to go that direction again for our necessary excuses to where we were going to work properly and was all a part of the plan. Many of our group also had cover alibis just in case it was noticed they were not seen for too long of a time. Generally we had to keep our meetings brief anyway and could never really meet everyone in our group at the same time since they all normally arrived and therefore had to leave at various different times so there was much verbal message passing and repeating of what was going on or information that had to be spread though our group. It was required that everyone visit our location at least once so we know who is and who is not with us. We had a Screener who somehow could tell and keep track of all that stuff to keep away any spies or infiltrators and traitors.

One day we had to have a sort of emergency meeting and get everyone to our place at the same time so we used an special church function day to get everyone there and it wouldn’t be noticed that a group of people from the extremely large crowds in and around that church somehow weren’t all there. There was no way anyone could tell that with so many thousands of people celebrating the church function about 400 had gone somewhere especially since that group never left the church. All the doors were monitored of course so if we did have to leave it would have been recorded that we left the church building. I really did find the best place for us to meet.

So finally we all made it into our big secret meeting place and I got this overwhelming impulse to play the broken piano so I went over there and even though I knew I had never taken any more than a handful of lessons I started to instinctually play like a pro. Out came the most beautiful and wild upbeat sounds I had ever heard and slowly images started to be seen coming out of the top of the piano as if the notes had visual representations. The images transparent like whips of cloud material and I was scared at first since none of that should have been possible especially from a broken piano. I had no idea how I played it so well or how the sound somehow worked or what was going on with those pretty images but everyone in the room felt uplifted and blissful. I just kept playing, listening to the wonderful music, and watching those magical images until I woke up and I got the feeling everything was going to be ok.