StonedApe

I was typing a of paper on my friends macbook. I was in bed and I remember sitting with it on my lap feeling the heat from the computer. I was typing it in internet explorer instead of a word processor for some reason. I was typing it on two different tabs. In one I was typing ideas into little boxes and on the other I was typing on this blank green screen with no borders. The elder scrolls 4 kept popping up and interupting me. When I tried to close it another menu opened up. I kept getting interupted and i couldn't get comfortable in bed so I thought about using my bed as a table and sitting on a folding chair in my room. Then I decided it would be easier to just go set up on the computer desk in the other room.
When I went to walk there I walked through this hall where a jazz performance was going on. Some teachers from my school where playing but I couldn't really tell who. I kept going into the computer room. When I got there it looked completely different. It was a really nice study with bookshelves couches and a coffee table. It actually looked somewhat like my friend Ben's room but nicer. Ben, David and Adam* were in there and we talked for a bit, but I felt agitated since I couldn't do my work and kinda bored so I went back to the jazz performance. It looked like they were just finishing the last song, but it turned out they were just waiting for a singer. She walked out wearing a blue sparkly dress and the piano player gave her a big introduction. Then she didn't even sing. I saw an open seat up front and went and sat down. Then it turned into a master class. The piano player was teaching it and said something about a 13 bar major swing. He asked some people to come up to learn what he was teaching, one girl got up, then he asked me if I wanted to give it a try. I'm not too confident on the piano so I was reluctant at first, but then I thought, what the heck, even if I make a fool of myself it doesn't really matter, I shouldn't pass up the opportunity for a free lesson. This lack of fear was my first tip that I might be dreaming, it didn't register consciously but I could feel a shift. As I walked up there I saw two gay guys in their underwear standing on a balcony or overpass sort of thing smoking cigarettes(went to a fucked up website yesterday trying to find information about a movie). There was something wrong about the dimensions of the piano too, so I stuck my finger through my hand. A DC next to me said what the fuck are you doing?!? I laughed. I thought about going off and doing my own thing, but I wanted to see what the piano player was going to teach me. He played this lick that was 3 successive 3 note patterns played 3 times each(the last one might have been played an extra time or lead into something else)They might have been Eb Db B, Db B A, Db A Gb, but I couldn't really get the lick. I kept asking him what the first note was and would he at least play it so I could hear it, but he wouldn't. My hand(my real one) got extremely itchy and I woke myself up scratching it on my stubble.