So. Last night I had the strangest dream. It's pretty funny now that I think about it.It starts out, everyone in my old middle school concert band was inside Wal-Mart. All the chairs are in their usual arches and, since I'm a clarinet, I'm in the front row. Our band director starts getting us ready for scales when my science teacher, Mr. Swift comes out.I lower my clarinet and ask him, as if it...