I had a marching band dream last night…first one in a while. I was late to the rehearsal right before a competition of some sort. It had been a while since I had done the show (understandably; i haven’t done it in 4 =years=!). It was kind of weird though, because for some reason I was thinking about conducting the opener as Luck Be a Lady (from my sophomore year) but the ballad was C’est La Vie from Senior year. I also remember being kind of freaked out because I couldn’t remember the my drill for the ballad…but that makes sense because in reality there I didn’t have ANY drill for the ballad since I just stood next to the pit. xD
Wasn’t that bad. I’ve had worse band dreams. I haven’t actually had -that- bad of band dreams, but this one just involved some minor worrying, stressing, and freakout (emphasis on “minor”). Interestingly enough, since I was late to the rehearsal or something, I had to resort to reversing time. That’s right, I reversed time. (see my previous post about magical powers in dreams)
