“Clarinet” cornucopia

Date: 7/30/2020

In my dream, i was going to my clarinet cornucopia with my music that I practiced. However, when I entered the building, I realized that all of the “clarinets” were actually just string instruments. When I got to my seat, there was a string instrument waiting there for me. Now, I didn’t know how to play a string instrument, so I looked at the guy next to me and said “this is a clarinet cornucopia, right?” He said yes, and I was really confused as to why I was holding a string instrument. The director started the piece, and I just played random notes. I told the person next to me that “I play the b flat clarinet” and that I “never played a string instrument in my life.” He just laughed and said “maybe you should talk to the director about it”. All of a sudden, all of a sudden, my strings breaks. I stop what I’m doing and wait for the piece to end. I then ask one of the supervisors that I can’t play a string instrument. He told me that I can learn it very quickly, just in time for the performance. He didn’t want me to bring my music because he thought that it was too easy, but I did it anyway. I stood up and followed the man to the end of the room, where there was a hallway that led to a large room with a table in the center. As I was walking down the hallway, a supervisor asked “what do you think you’re doing?” I gave a jumbled response and continued down the hallway. I also saw a man with my headphones irl on. I continued to walk. Eventually, I reached the room, where there was a large long table in the center. I walked all the way around it and to the end. I saw Ryan (plays French horn irl) stand beside me, but he didn’t say anything. Someone asked “Isn’t lily yurcovich supposed to be here?” I saw her when I was going around the table, but I didn’t see her face. When I sat down, there was a girl next to me that looked very friendly. I introduced myself and told her that I don’t even play a string instrument. She laughs and says “then why are you here?” I tell her that I thought this was a clarinet cornucopia because I’ve been to one before. She laughs again. We talk about some other things, with me feeling kinda warm on the inside. She says “you’re a nice guy. Hard to get those now-a-days.” I reply with “thanks.” Another person interrupts me with “can you stop chatting and focus on the discussion.” Apparently, there was something important that we were discussing, not related to the entire cornucopia. The dream ends there.