Weird dreams I've had

#4 violins

Huehue guess who's back? Heh, just me, sorry to disappoint. :P
I fell asleep on the couch today because I'm lazy (don't judge it's Saturday)
And I had a pretty wild dream. It was one I'd those weird ones I get often where I realize I'm dreaming whilst still asleep.  I can only remember parts of it, so here ya go~
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It started out with just me in this big house I've never seen before. It was huge, like something from a fairytale. It had dark red carpet, and a huge light fixture in the main room where I was at. I faintly remember finding a huge, dark brown piano in the center of the room. I couldn't resist it, I walked over to the bench and sat down. I remember just looking at the keys, they were really shiny, and well polished. I've never seen any piano more beautiful in my life. I was scared for some reason, I still am unable to comprehend why. I slowly placed my fingers on the keys, and noted how cold and slick they were. I began playing something, I don't know the name of the song, or even how I played it..(which sucks because if I knew I would be figuring it out right now lol)
I had only begun, when I heard a loud, yet soft melody to the song I was playing. It sounded like a violin.  (This was the point where I realized I was dreaming, I know it sounds freaking weird but believe me it actually happened..)  as soon as I heard the music I realized I was dreaming. It was so weird, I kept waiting p to wake up, but I didn't..... put more frankly, I couldn't.  I felt frightened.  I wanted to find out where the music was coming from... it was drawing me in, weird to say it, but that's what it felt like. My gaze landed on the wide staircase across the room. It had a red rug leading up it. I slowly crept up the stairs, and the violin grew louder. It wasn't like the beautiful melody I had heard when I was playing the piano, it was a sorrowful song, I could feel it sinking in my chest. I made it to the top, and started walking down the hall. My heart was pounding, my hands were cold.  I turned a corner, and immediately stopped in my tracks. I was standing in the  doorway of a room. Somebody was standing in front of the window, that was open. He had the violin rested on his shoulder, and he was playing probably the saddest song I've ever heard. I remember the white curtains were being pushed by the wind. It could quite possibly be one of the most breathtaking things I've ever laid eyes on. (I know it sounds stupid, but it's true.) the violin stopped, and he turned around, he was smiling, but he was also crying. He had blue eyes, and black hair. He was staring directly at me as he cried silently. And then he said something that left me in shock when I woke up. "Kayla, why did you stop playing?" And then I woke up. I literally just sat on the couch, and took in a few deep breaths. I didn't even know what to do.