Taffy's Sweet Dreams

I was talking to someone in school who just moved to our town about music. He used to play drums, then quit. I told him about my experiences in the school band, and how much I used to hate it. We wound up in the auditorium, which looked a lot like the auditorium in my old elementary school. We took our seats and waited. A girl behind me drooped a t-shirt she was holding, and it floated all the way over to the side of the stage. I offered to go and get it for her. I went over to the stage and behind the curtain, and sure enough, the old band teacher was there. I asked her if she saw a shirt back here and she started to get really mad. She told me "HEY! I happen to LIKE Hannah Montannah." I think she was eating a salad, but I don't remember.

Then I had a FA. I was mad that I couldn't remember my dreams that night. I got up and walked inside, and out into the backyard on the porch.

Then I woke up for real.

I was wandering around in my new school (looked totally different in the dream) and found my schedule in my pocket. I didn't get any of the electives I chose. Instead I got band. I went to the band room (which doubled as the library ironically) and found two of my friends. I told then it has been a few years since I played clarinet.


I got up after this dream and fell back asleep in the morning. In the next dream I was Lyon on my back in my bed under the covers. It was the same position I fell asleep in. I did a nose pug RC and realized I was dreaming. I looked at my hands, but they were invisible. I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I felt my real body as I was trying to get up. I should have just stayed calm and thought about how to get out, but instead I just whipped myself up and the dream ended.