Dream Journal Entry #2

I'm in a spacious auditorium not unlike the one from my old High School in Parowan, only this one is much more lavish and extravagant. There are ten or less people in the crowd and one of my favorite bands, Grizzly Bear, is playing on stage and also somehow spread out in the audience. I'm seated in the balcony area with a snare drum and a cello in front of me. I meekly try to drum along with the beautiful music being made, but I feel out of rhythm. One of the band members is suddenly right next to me, bow in hand, and starts to play the cello as if it were an entire string section by itself, all the while singing high and melodious; the other members then join in and the sound is ethereal. The music dies down and all that's a left are a few simple but gorgeous notes on the cello. The concert is suddenly over and Edward Droste the lead singer is talking to people up in the balcony area. I approach him and ask him how he feels about his newest album Veckatimist. I pronounce it Veh-kat-uhmust and he seems confused...apparently I've pronounced it wrong. He says, "I thought it was Veh-ka-timest? But who knows." I apologize for prounoucing it wrong but he doesn't seem to mind. We talk about the album for a bit but the details are vague. I'm then suddenly in the hall-way locker area of my alternate reality high school, following two blond girls in ponytails and large sweaters who were also at the concert. They're conversation is inane and I feel an extreme dislike for them both. It turns out they're both supposed to be cleaning out the lockers and they quickly start opening lockers and discussing the things they find. I quickly walk past them and head towards the exit when I hear Mrs. Doubek, my fifth and sixth grade teacher, yelling something behind me. She doesn't seem to approve of something I'm doing. The dream ends.