Nebulus

There is to be a performance at school. I have all the videos required ready but find they are dubbed incorrectly. It will take to much time I say to do mine and defer to another class and let them take what glory there is. The head is surprised.
Leaving the social occasion, I am given a sliced loaf of bread the size of a large sports bag, to carry back. I'm told to look after it. Disgruntled I try and drop it off at an office along a long glassed corridor but take a wrong turning ending up going through a shopping precinct.
At a bus terminus I am getting pissed off carrying the bag in the hot sun. I can't be bothered to run for a bus that turns up and watch as it pulls out onto the road. I trudge on and get to a place off the road where there its lots of rubble and some kids. I am angry and decide to do the opposite of what I should. I use my powers to drop kick the bag into oblivion, it sails off into the blue sky.

This is a recurring dream I have, but haven't had in a while...But with a twist I realise afterwards that I am rewriting dream, to give myself another chance every time I get stuck.

At last minute I find out I need to get class ready for big performance, this time its xmas play. I have zero time and as a result my mind is fairly paralysed with fear/dread.
It is a Friday and I get a reprieve till Monday for me to think up a plan. The weekend evaporates and it is Monday morning leaving me with more or less the same dilemma. I have one lesson before show time. I waste the time talking to Ed who is doing last minute rehearsals with his class. So I change the dream and go back to day start again.
I waste the time worrying this time about what number to do with the class. So I go back in dream to lesson start again.
This time I decide on a number that they already know, twinkle twinkle little star, LOL. I realise that there needs to be a musical element.
I decide on kids using sleigh bells for that and check this is ok for performance with S in staff room. I then have to go back again in dream.
This time I get kids to listen to twinkle, twinkle and sing it while they are doing their work as in lesson they are supposed to be working.
I imagine being caught by management. I decide that the number is going to be a bit tame and go back again in the dream.
This time I include playing a electric guitar for twinkle, twinkle little star. Realise there is not enough time for this and
at last decide on a final version, which is to use a tape of a guitar playing near the end of the performance. Phew!