I just had a really detailed, elaborate and realistic dream. There's supposedly (in my dream) this fine arts school that many of my elementary school acquaintances went to, most notably my friend Jeff, but I was too academically lame to get in (this isn't even true either). So finally I get in years later and meet up with Jeff again, who has been in this school for said years now. My first assignment is to learn to play a fairly grade 9 level piece of music on piano in just a couple days. I somehow forget, and a few days later when we're ready to present our work, I'm just transfixed on Jeff's: He was playing some strange stringed instrument (also only in existence in my dream) where you bow the second string and pluck the first, and the second is tuned a semi-tone lower than the first. When it was my time to go up and play, I stumbled at first, but then decided to improvise something from the ground up because I had no idea what the piece I was supposed to learn from was, and it turned out great.
Like a realistic dream though, I didn't feel great afterward, I felt like I fucked up, and only now, 'a day later', I realise it was actually alright. Its that kind of realistic, where I feel as if that's actually what happened yesterday.