The return of marching band…

Last night I had two dreams; I just submitted the other one. The first dream I had involved good ole KJ. I knew I was having a band dream because as I walked up to the music hall (which was in the style of the new middle school’s band hall) and went towards the back. Instead of the maze of practice rooms back there, we actually had some type of big storage/gathering place. All of KJ’s kids were there, but they were all little. You could tell because of their Snow White hair, which practically glowed. I walk up with my clarinet and my reed is already fucked. So I am messing with the middle body parts, trying to connect the bridge, when I realize that it won’t sit flush against each other. And THEN my barrel also isn’t sitting flush against the top of the instrument. I’m pushing it down and it won’t fit. So I’m SUPER flat, I try playing open G and it just… it is painfully bad. For some reason, we’re all getting ready to march. We already started the show so I knew the first couple of blocks, but my clarinet is in horrible shape so I decide to not go to practice. There’s a little bit of fuzziness here, but I’ve had this similar dream before. I start off as a good person and student, but I make some decision that is somewhat reasonable due to dream logic. And I come back and they’ve learned the majority of the show. I can either decide to wing it with the others, or I can jump ship. And I decide to just not go. Other similar dreams include: that one where I just stopped going to band for the semester before I graduated, and then like 2 days before I graduate they’re like hey uh you’ve skipped almost all of band so you can’t graduate.