So, I had this dream that we (where "we" means all of the usual suspects) were having a random Scottish/Irish/Contra music jam. Also, it was being held in my parents' greenhouse, which makes no sense at all, but hey, it's a dream and my subconscious can do whatever it wants.
At some point, playfulfordian
started into a tune that I'd never heard before. I thought it was really catchy and managed to pick it up fairly quickly, so once we were done playing, I asked her for its name. And I got a really weird/amused look in response, as she told me that I wrote it
And then I woke up, which could've been annoying, except that my subconscious mind still retained the damned tune, along with fingerings. So I've spent the next hour or so frantically searching for paper and pen (and then, when the pen ran out of ink [dammit!!], a pencil [which was unsharpened, so I had to sharpen it with my pocketknife]) and then desperately writing down the whole tune while it simultaneously tried to flee from my mind.
I think I succeeded in getting most of it down the way it was in the dream. Now I just need to wait until actual morning to try playing it, since I don't think my housemates/neighbors would be appreciative of my getting out the violin at 5:30 AM. Preliminary plucking of strings seems positive, though. My greatest fear at this point is that I've managed to remember some tune that I heard once a while back, instead of coming up with something of my own. The B part of what I've written, in particular, sounds sort of like something Hanneke Cassel/Halali would play.
The whole experience has been rather surreal. Now I'm going back to sleep for another 2 hours, until I actually have to wake up.