Dream number 1: Singing Soccer Player

Lucky 7 potatoes at O'Neils early in evening, pasta with cream sauce & broccoli, beer.

I play on a soccer team. We also apparently put on musicals, because we're at the house of one of the players (are we highschoolers?), and we need to get rolling to hit Santa Fe and get on stage on time. But no one can find the captain of the team, and he's the star of the show, the lead. I know most of his numbers, of course, since I have a real knack for the stuff. But I'd rather not try to jump in and take over, after all, I'm a loner. And although everyone is seemingly into getting this musical up and running, I'm not certain how well me belting out the numbers in a glowing tenor will go over with the other guys.

But we do need to get going, and by the way, where are we going to sleep tonight? Are we coming back into town, or staying up north? It's like herding cats. The dad of the guy whose house we're at is around and seems to be lobbying for us all to come back to the house and bed down there after, as a group. I'm mildly anxious about the whole situation. The dad is tromping around with plasterer's stilts on, but with only about 6 inch lift. But we really need to get going, and people are starting to saddle up. But now who's driving? I have my car there, and I'd be glad to drive, if only to take back osme control over the situation, but it's all still so muddy, what exactly we're doing.