I dreamed I was FBI Agent Dana Scully, and Mulder and I were working on a drug raid in New Orleans. We put the operation into action, various levels of chaos ensued. Mulder and I were both stabbed in the gut. Time rolled back a la Groundhog Day, and the sting operation got repeated until the suspects were apprehended with neither of us hurt. We finished just in time, too, because a hurricane was coming, so it was time to evacuate.
I drove west on I-10, the green and gold summer grasses bright against the leaden gray sky. In the evening I stopped at a driving range where my high school band director was holding a rehearsal and seminar. When the lecture and sight reading were finished, I was supposed to complete a test by hitting a golf ball as far as I could. I put my trumpet away and got teed up, but I never did get to take my shot, because people kept coming to stand right next to me, and didn't seem to understand why I thought this was too dangerous.
The next day I arrived in Castroville just in time to rehearse with the Medina Valley Panther Band, along with the other alumni in town for homecoming. At nightfall we headed to the stadium for the football game. I didn't think we alumns had anything to do with halftime, but then I looked up from my music and the stands around me were empty. I started to get up and find the band when I noticed the screw on my first valve slide trigger was loose, and if that came off on the field, it would be a disaster.
I sat in the bleachers trying and trying to fix it. Halftime ended and the band came back. People kept asking me what was wrong, and I kept answering that I had a screw loose. Everyone quite agreed. I finally got it fixed, and went to get something to eat. While I waited at the concession stand, I noticed that everything was bright with a fresh coat of paint. This included a bunch of pecan and peanut fragments that had been painted over and were now stuck to the edge of the concessions counter. The little girl selling concessions and I discussed this at length.
I went to an after party at one alumn's house, and it turned out that the owner was friends with a woman I knew from Shell. My friend was there, too, and we all caught up on MVHS gossip for a while, then my friend started talking about getting a Dyson vacuum cleaner. I said that I had one. In fact, for some reason, I had it with me, so at their request, I pulled it out and gave a demonstration to all and sundry. I was vacuuming straw up from a dark green area rug with strips of red and blue and orange woven in when I woke up.
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