The begining part took place at sort of a resort. There was an island, and surrounding the island was water (duh). But around that ring of water there was a ring of land with gaps that lead to the sea. The water was soopa blue, but it wasn’t fake or chlorinated. And there were bright fish everywhere. People were all boating and having fun. Somewhere around the island was a bunch of hidden books, and it was a contest to find them. I grabbed a “boat”, aka one of those floating foamy things you lay on in the swimming pool, and an oar, and started off. Somehow Leonard was floating above me, telling me I was doing it wrong, but I was determined to do it my way, for whatever reason. I reached a little house thing, and jumped in, sure this was wear the books were. Inside there was a giant wooden climbing playground, and I skittered across like a monkey, into one of the houselike cubbies where I thought the books were. I swung around the wooden poles to find nothing except a sitting area with hay in it so it would be comfy. I swung upwards and found myself looking at Caroline and someone else, and I said most unhappily, “The books weren’t in there.”

I don’t know how we got back home, but we were there, and there was a concert. We were playing the Corelli and the Britten all over again, except it was like we hadn’t played them in the first place. It was all disorganized, and no one knew where they were sitting. Some person started singing the national anthum, and a bunch of the string students were doing this really cool looking wave with their bows and everything. I tried, slipped on the stage, and slid so I was just clinging onto the stage and about to fall off into the pit. And for whatever reason, in this dream I was wearing a short skirt, meaning it slid up. I hung there trying not to cry, and I let myself drop and I ran up the stairs that lead backstage and ran around the back to sit with Meci again. Then we played the Corelli, and cleared off stage. Apparently we would come back again 4 songs later to play. And then Leonard came along with a clarinet (which he doesn’t play) and completely ignored me and went onto the stage. He was wearing a dirty blue visor (dirty blue as in the color, not the condition of that hat) with his hair pulled back like usual, and he looked *REALLY GOOD*. It’s quite odd. Now I desperately want to see him in the visor like in my dream.