I am such a Band Geek!

I had another dream last night, this time about marching band. Unlike my awesome story dreams, this one was just plain weird and a little nerve-wracking.

I was with my high school marching band getting ready for a contest. I'm not quite sure why I was there...something about allowing past graduates to come? I don't know. Anyway I was there. Where is "there"? Some strange kind of carnival type place. o.O

Anyway, as I'm starting to get ready, I realize that I don't have my band shoes. Slightly panicked, I decide that nothing can be done for it, and I'll just have to march in my tennis shoes. Then I realize that my clarinet is at home! EEK! Now that I'm freaking out, I go to Mr. Bartlett (the band director) and let him know what's going on. He tells me that I'm going to have to march anyway, even without my shoes and instrument. So...as the rest of the band is ready and lining up to head to the field, I run into the trailer where the uniforms are kept. I find the garment bag with my name on it, but when I open it to get my uniform...you guessed it. No uniform. Instead there was a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Looking again at the garment bag, I saw an underclassman's name on it, and I realized that there had not been a uniform for me.

I tell Mr. Bartlett, who then says that I should just go watch the show, since nothing else could be done. I grab my sister and we start heading to the stands. However the route to the stands was something freaky. We had to go to a playground inside one building and traverse the obstacle course, sliding down a slide to get into a different building. This second building was made of marble, which was pretty cool. Anyway, my sister and I raced up and down the marble staircases, cross a room with a spinning floor, and reach the docks, because obviously the only way to go into the stands is across the river in a boat. (Everybody knows that, right?)

The tickets cost a dollar each, and I happened to have cash on me, so as I'm reaching into my wallet to hand her the dollar bills, the teller looks at me and asks for my debit card. Confused, I give it to her. She swipes the card, gives me a cold, hard stare, and says, "Trying to steal from us, are you?"

I get a look at the card, and somehow I had aquired some blond woman's debit card, and this is what I handed to the teller. (I have no idea how I got that.) I finally convince the teller that no, I was not trying to steal anything, she can keep the card and help get it back to its original owner, and I have the cash on me to pay for the blasted tickets! I throw the two dollars at her, grab the tickets, and Nicole and I race down to the dock where the boat started leaving without us. We leaped into the small boat from the dock...

And then I woke up.

Seriously, who dreams about marching band when they haven't even played their instrument in over a year?