another dream

So I had another wierd dream last night. And get this – still about band. I was like in my old band room from Jr. High, and it was like our high school marching band playing all this popular music. i don’t remember what song we were playing, but some of us gave up playing and just sang with it. (whatever it was was playing on the radio, cause I usually sleep with the headphones on. this, I have learned, controls my dreams to fit whatever’s on the radio. maybe I should take them off and see what happens.) So anyway, the other wierd part was the fact that I wasn’t even playing saxophone like I do in marching band – I had the fricking gloom tube, the mood stick, the clarinet. ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH.

Then there was this kid that walked in who’d been dared to go jump in like the school swimming pool (yeah right – like we HAVE a swimming pool) and then some guy was telling him he should be careful because of sewage or something… it was really strange. But then I woke up and realized some fricking guy on this really annoying radio show that airs in the morning had like done that, or something. Something about a sewer and going to a Giant Eagle and jelly or something. WHATEVER. (and that’s the wierd thing that I wasn’t just dreaming it)

But that comes to a wierd point – why do I keep having all these CLARINET dreams and band dreams. OOHHHH wait…

There was another dream I think. I was on my way to homeroom. I think I was late, and I heard my name. It was my band director and he was walking with 2 other students to go open something, I dunno. And anyway, he was like, take this key and mark it by putting some tape on it or something. (the one that opens everything cause I guess none of the kids were able to figure out which key it was) I was like, um, okkkk. So he handed me the key and the bell rang. So I was late to homeroom, cause I had to check in before marking the stupid key. I walked into homeroom, and my teacher wasn’t there (big surprise) but it was who I THOUGHT was the librarian from Jr. High. (what is it with jr high??) But it wasn’t – it was my PRINCIPAL from the high school. I was like, I’m here but I have to go mark this key. He was like, How do I know that’s not just your own key? I just said, cause Mr. (band teacher) just handed it to me on my way here, which is why I’m late. So then I left.

I don’t really get it. Dreams about band, clarinet, and Jr. High. ICK. I hate all subjects. Well, I love marching band, and the good song part was ok, but I hate the rest.

@~>~>-dreamergrrl