Nah man, your dreams are like Edgar Allen Poe stories mixed with Neil Gaiman with a hint of the Bloodbath. They're more coherent and plot driven than anything I've ever dreamed, anyway...
Two nights ago, I had a dream where it was concert season and marching season combined. It was a Monday concert band practice, and I had the purple backpack I used for [marching] band camp. Then I started freaking out because I had left my mouthpiece in my regular school backpack. I ended up using my friend's old mouthpiece. There were other parts to the dream, like when I couldn't remember the drill for my second spot and ended of up the wrong side of the field, and when our drum major exploded and my band director called for replacements and everyone said I should apply, plus this part where I found out that many of the past officers and drum majors in the band were murdered by my band director, but the mouthpiece-losing was the main focus.
Yesterday, I had Monday concert band practice. I didn't go home in between the time classes ended and the start of the practice because I had a robotics meeting. My mom dropped off my lunch in the purple bag that I used to use for band camp, and took my regular school bag so I wouldn't have to carry it around. I actually had left my mouthpiece in my regular school bag, because I had taken it home to practice with over the weekend. When I realized this, I was in the exact same position as I was in the dream. I ended up using my friend's old mouthpiece.
On a less impressive note, this is the second time I've had a dream that involved me replacing a drum major who stopped being drum major because of some horrible reason, and it ended up having an evil twist. Not sure what that means...:/