In my dream, I am holding a special flute. It's made from wood, much like my collection of Bansuris, but there the comparison stops.
It's a fairly large diameter flute, but not excessively so. And it's roughly 24 inches long. It seems to have been carved out of a larger piece, unlike the bamboo of the Bansuris.
And it has a great many holes up and down the length of the flute. Obviously, a single person hasn't got enough fingers to cover all the holes, but it's clearly meant to be played by a single person. One of the holes near the middle is shaped like a whistle that a policeman or football referee would have. And on further examination, I can see that it can be played from either end.
I'm with someone, who is most likely my sister, and she and I are both rather taken with the flute and trying to figure out how to play it.
Clearly, whomever made this flute had something very special in mind, and I wish that person were nearby to show me how it is played.
It is a rather joyful time, being with my sister and having such a wonderful puzzle -- a musical puzzle -- to play with.
(It should be noted that I haven't touched any of my flutes in weeks, and every time I walk past them, I feel a moment of frustration and commitment to get back to playing soon. But I haven't made it that far for far too long.)
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