it was a confusing dream, perhaps due to fever, anyway, it was with colin goldie, I asked him if he made lowBb-whistles, (I actually do have one made by stacy (alba whistles)), I wanted to get one with an easier stretch. He then reached into his bag and pulled out a lowBb Shakuhachi, the stretch was quite easy, be the thing was very flexible, my lower right hand nearly squeezed the thing together. I tried playing it, but it didn’t work to well..strange thing was, that the whistle holes were covered, from the inside, with very fine, thin paper, I don’t know why, had to do with the sound. I also remember that I had difficulties in feeling the holes under my fingers. The whole thing was stange, as such dreams are, but all in all I experienced Colin as a friendly sort of guy, buddy-like. 
Fever dreams. I wonder what it would’ve been like if you had been drinking… on top of the fever. 
Ha! No booze for me yesterday, apart from my neighbor coming over just past midnight, giving me a glass of champagne. Hm, tasty it was.
I don’t know Amar, that sounds like a pretty normal dream to me, especially the paper over the holes part.
Maybe it was wax paper and would impart a sort of buzz to the whistle, kind of like putting wax paper over a comb and blowing.
Well, there was other crazy stuff that was going on, I can’t even write what it was, you know, that fever-crazy kind of stuff.
That thing with the paper indeed was strange, why should I have dreamt that? In the mean time I checked out some shakuhachi-sites, I didn’t know they were similarly end-blown like quenas, I thought they had fipples too!
no wonder it didn’t work that well…
ahh, and the paper was inside the holes!
a side note..thank god I learn by ear…
on the other hand…sometimes I think it would come in pretty handy if I could wear the shakuhachi-basket while playing my whistles…
I think Colin Goldie has made a point of visiting everyone’s dreams at least once. Last night it was your turn.
Here’ my first dream of the new year. (I just woke up. Overslept 'til 9 a.m.)
Ever go to one of those fireworks shows where the fireworks are sort of synchronized with a musical score? I dreamt I went to one of those for New Year’s and it was set entirely to the music of Mr. Barry Manilow.
that was not a dream. more like a nightmare..
http://www.asoundinvestment.net/song/Copacabana-Barry.wav
Amar, the thin paper covering the holes is a dead give away. This is your inner voice telling you to switch to kazoo. 
Dale, I would be very curious to see a fireworks display set to the Bandaids jingle (I am stuck on Bandaids, cuz Bandaids stuck on me etc.). 
djm
No more drugs for that man! 
Geez Amar… from the thread title, I thought you dreamed Colin had put an end to war.
I can only remember three dreams in my whole life.
This thread is a reason why I am thankful for that. Everyone I know who remembers dreams is always wondering what they mean.
It’s one less thing for me to worry about…unless there’s a meaning to a person not remembering their dreams? uh oh.
This is what comes to mind when I dream of Colin and Overton whistles:
and slip a bass Bb in there in about a month!!! 
damn you beets!
- large pipe
- pipe soft
- outlets obstructed
- noodling around with it without success
A clear case for Mr. Sigmund Freud, I suppose
Amar, I thought of this song when I read your post.
Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream
words and music by Ed McCurdy
Last night I had the strangest dream
I’d ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war
I dreamed I saw a mighty room
Filled with women and men
And the paper they were signing said
They’d never fight again
And when the paper was all signed
And a million copies made
They all joined hands and bowed their heads
And grateful pray’rs were prayed
And the people in the streets below
Were dancing 'round and 'round
While swords and guns and uniforms
Were scattered on the ground
Last night I had the strangest dream
I’d never dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war.
TRO-©1950,1951 & 1955 Almanac Music, Inc.
New York, N.Y. Copyrights renewed
Used by permission
Although the above song reminds me of my college days and the protest songs of the 60’s, I welcome such dreams today. Throughout my life I have often had dreams of insecurity. For example, the door to my room or apartment doesn’t have a good lock, and I arrive home only to find that important things (my guitar, stereo, etc.) have been stolen. However, last night I remember living in a room with three other people (like a college dormitory) and saying, “We are like a family.” Since I live by myself, my need for community is partially fulfilled in my dreams.
thanks doug.
http://www.moveleft.com/moveleft/audio/excerpt_last_night_i_had_the_strangest_dream_pete_seeger_lores.mp3
But to paraphrase Dr. F, “Sometimes a shakuhachi is only a shakuhachi.” Nyuk, nyuk!
That’s not the one I thought of when I saw your post …
Break My Stride
Matthew Wilder
Last night I had the strangest dream
I sailed away to China, in a little rowboat to find ya
and you said you had to get your laundry cleaned
didn’t want no one to hold you, what does that mean?
and you said…
ain’t nothin’ gonna break my stride
nobody’s gonna slow me down, oh no
I’ve got to keep on moving
ain’t nothin’ gonna break my stride
I’m running and I won’t touch ground, oh no
I’ve got to keep on moving
LJ
lol
well, that’s surely one I can remember well.