Hammer Dulcimer II

Several years ago I had a dream that has haunted me, a dream that changed me in minor but permanent ways.

I was the age I am now, living somewhere in the East, going to college part-time. There I met a beautiful, serious, and much younger man named Jim Chen. He played violin, and I played hammer dulcimer. Together, we sounded fucking incredible. Playing music with him was transcendent. We developed quite a following on campus. Naturally, we became involved. His parents did not approve of me, but I felt I could win them over. This and many, many other details were in the dream, including ex-girlfriends, walks across the campus to dinner, visits to his parents’ house–it was epic. I awoke knowing two things: Asian guys are hot, and I had to have a hammer dulcimer.

I put it off, but the desire for the dulcimer wouldn’t go away. I told myself it was frivolous, and that I couldn’t afford it. I told myself I’d tire of it after a few weeks. But if that’s true, why won’t the ache go away?

Now I’ll find out for sure.

I’m excited, not just because I’m getting a dulcimer, but because it feels like I’m turning a key. I can’t wait to see where this door leads.

2 Responses to Hammer Dulcimer II

  1. Limegirl says:

    That’s very cool! I have no idea what a hammer dulcimer sounds like, but if hot Asian men are involved, it must be good!

  2. Limegirl says:

    That’s very cool! I have no idea what a hammer dulcimer sounds like, but if hot Asian men are involved, it must be good!