I play the trombone. Not with an amazing amount of skill or professionalism, but certainly on a regular basis. Lately it, and the people I play with, have become my primary stress reliever. All of which is to set up why this dream is so frightening.
I don't remember much of it (I never do), but what I do remember is that in it everything is in monotone. I can't perceive melody or pitch or anything. When people sing I am aware of words and rhythm, but nothing else. I don't remember whether I can think of melody, but when I speak there's not even speech's normal variation up's and down in tone.
