These dreams were scrambled. I was sitting in the back row of a comedy award show, squeezed in among famous comics. They all decided to go to one of the front row, and I felt two women on either side almost on my lap. The comedy show, though, was mostly music.
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I was at a rehearsal, and did not have my car. I asked my friend Joe if he had a car there. He looked surprised and said "yes" in an inexpressive way. Then I asked him for a ride and he said "no" in an equally neutral tone, with no apparent emotion. I was thinking to myself that I would have given Joe a ride if the situation were reversed. Maybe Joe doesn't like me? So I began to walk home. I was dressed in a bathrobe and boxer shorts. (Joe had also been oddly dressed.) I was at my home town high school to begin with and was going west, the direction of the sun in the evening, but everything looked unfamiliar, with tall buildings where none had been when I was growing up. When I got home I told my family about a "ballet" rehearsal, though earlier in the dream I had been in the music department, looking for a piano to play in an unused classroom, where our choir had rehearsed.
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Other parts of the dream were too scrambled to remember.
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