Note: This was a dream of mine. I have this warning here because some visitors have thought my life had just gone to pot, when really they were only reading one of my crazy dreams. :)

I drove my car into a parking garage in a part of the city with a very old-fashioned style of architecture; everything looked Victorian. I was there to meet Todd and Scott so that we could watch a movie together. At first Scott wasn’t there, so Todd and I went to get fried chicken.

The dream skipped around and suddenly I was at a chocolatier by myself. I had been there before on a band trip and loved it, so I was there again to place an order, but I couldn’t decide what to get. Nothing I found on the order form seemed to be in the catalogue. There was one particular chocolate with caramel in it called “coma” that I wanted, but again, I couldn’t find it on the order form. My cousin Marisa and her daughter Tessa came by; Marisa told me I’d soon be out of change, talking about when I have kids of my own. I replied, “Yeah, for phones and Cokes.”

I went outside and it was raining. There were lots of people there that I had known in band in high school, as well as some that I met in college. Josh from work and Kim from band were playing together on some old playground equipment. I walked past them and waved before noticing Nikki, Scott’s sister. I walked with her to the parking lot where Scott had parked his car, even though we didn’t speak. Todd and Kim joined us. Scott asked Nikki if she would ride back with him somewhere, but she didn’t want to so I offered, but he told me to go on with the others.

The dream skipped again and I was riding in a car with Ike and Todd. Ike was driving, I was in the passenger seat, and Todd was behind Ike. We were going to get my saxophone from where I had left it earlier with all the other band students. We got to and old school and I followed a group of band members through it, ending up coming out onto a rickety staircase that led into a field. At the end of the field there was a wood, and on the edge were our instruments in their cases. I found my saxophone although someone had carved their name into the case. I started to get our band director but April stopped me by showing me the saxophone itself; I knew it was mine because of a familiar scratch on the bell.

I took my sax back to the car and asked Ike to drive me to the parking garage where I’d parked my own car. I also had a bicycle there, apparently. We got there and I went inside but when I went to the floor I thought I had parked on, all I could find were classrooms with people in them. I started getting worried and felt bad for keeping the guys, since I knew Scott and Todd were waiting on me to go to the movies.