Pushing snooze repeatedly makes for disjointed, yet fascinating, dreams

Jessica and I decided we would each make sure the other got up this morning because we have errands to make sure that we run, but alas! We are both victims of the endless-snooze-pushing-disease. (hmm) In the process though, I had a pretty bizarre series of dreams:
First I dreamt that I was wandering around in the science center, and I found this closet with a while bunch of supplies in it - but it was full of excellent supplies! Like Kindles! and touch-screen thingamabobs! and thumbtacks! (In my dream, I really needed some thumbtacks, so I felt really lucky). After going and doing whatever it was that I had needed to do, I went back to the closet because it was full of such interesting things! And this professor (I guess she was a professor; I didn't recognize her in my dream, and I don't recognize her now that I'm awake) came in just as I was playing with the Kindle, and wanted to know what I was doing. I, of course, was like "Wow! Look at this! We have a Kindle! How awesome is that?!" But apparently this was a super secret closet, and students weren't supposed to know about it, so she kicked me out.
I can't remember if I visited the closet before or after this bit - this might have been what I needed the thumbtacks for - but somehow I knew about these tiny people (they were like tiny light people, like... I don't know how to describe them. Like light people. Anyway.) They were stuck inside this classroom, and I had to thread some string through the wall so that they could do something with it, and I could pull the blocks out of the wall... and then they came out! And they were so cool! And someone (perhaps that mean professor person) walked by and she was like "... what are you doing?" just as the light people came out of the wall. It was awesome.

I think that perhaps the light people took me to this really neat place, but there was a little bit of an interlude in which I was a cat. hahahahahaha
For a brief period of time, I was sitting in a medical clinic, and first I was looking at the clinic through a camera that a young boy had (he was making a movie) and then he started to doze off, so I guess I left the point of view of the camera? And that's when I was a cat. But I didn't think of myself as a cat (even though at this point, that's what I was) - I was just another person in the clinic with these people. Then I was poking at a bowl of water, and suddenly it wasn't a bowl of water anymore, it was a river!! And THEN I was myself again, except the cat was still there, so I looked around, and I was in this absolutely fantastically beautiful place with these GORGEOUS rocks everywhere, and there was all this mist -
and then I realized it wasn't mist, it was a lava flow! But it wasn't scary because it was a really high viscosity flow, so it wasn't moving terribly fast, but we did need to get out of the river bed, so I called to the cat and we trotted along until we found a place to cross the river (stopping to look at the beautiful rocks along the way), and then we did find a place to cross, and when we got to the other side, we found a path apparently made by the people who had evacuated from wherever the lava had come from, and there was something interesting and significant about that, that I knew in my dream, but I can't remember it anymore. Sooo, the cat and I went along their trail to find them... and I woke up.

Interesting.

Geology and Music are combing in my head in straaaaange ways

Last night I had this very odd dream about band... for whatever reason, I was visiting Nonnewaug and they were doing some marching band thing and they needed me to play -and woah, I'd brought my trumpet! The uniforms were mostly the same except the jackets were longer (with tails!!!) and flashier and there were hats! It was pretty exciting. So we were in this room off the side of wherever it was that we were playing, warming up and such. I pulled out my horn - but my mouthpiece was bent! I put it in my leadpipe and tried to play, and it was ok, but it was kind of weird. I decided that I would go find my old band director, because I knew that the director before him had had a thing that pulled stuck mouthpieces out of trumpets, and in my dream that translated to a dented-mouthpiece-fixer, so I started wandering through the school. It was PACKED! With people come to see whatever it was the band was playing at and also the band itself! My whole old section was there, and they all had the really awesome uniforms and some of them had piccolo trumpets and others had heralds!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And someone had a heraldic piccolo!!!!!!!!!! wooooooooooahh!!! I finally made it to the gym, which was where my band director was - he was sitting at a table with all of my old band directors, and they were all wearing long-sleeved full-legged unitards. I do not know why. It wasn't strange in my dream though.
Anyway, I pulled out my mouthpiece to show them, and that was when I realized there was a FAULT LINE ACROSS MY MOUTHPIECE!!!! And that's why it was 'dented' and that's why it wasn't playing right! When I first saw it, the fault line wasn't visible, just the deformation to the mouthpiece - but when I pulled it out later, I could see the fault line, and there was definite displacement! Amazing. I couldn't figure out what I was going to do - I thought it was my Model 5 Marcinkiewicz (which they apparently don't make anymore? I don't know. I got mine from my high school trumpet teacher) - but then I realized that it was actually my Bach mouthpiece, which is obviously no big deal. Except that I wanted to play!!!! I was about to go off and find someone with an extra mouthpiece when I woke up though, so no buzzing in my sleep. Ah well.

Blending

My dreams of late have been very strange, and borderline distressing - my subconscious has been playing tricks on me! Lately I've been dreaming about people I know, but in my dreams they're not who I know them as. For example, the other day I dreamt about a strange combination of a friend and my little brother - in this case, the dream-blend looked like my friend, but was, in actuality, my brother. That's the only concrete example I can think of; the others aren't as definite - in other words, I'll dream about someone specific, but when I wake up, I know that the person I dreamt about - even though I *knew* who they were in my dream - wasn't actually the person I thought s/he was. Make sense?
Yeah, it messes with me too. Especially because I have a hard time re-setting my notions of people until I interact with them after the dream was had, because as far as my subconscious is concerned, it WAS a real encounter. Which is kind of weird.

Sorry for the lame update! Lately (most of) my dreams have been either incoherent or boring - in the sense that they're about everyday things. Maybe when I start sleeping regularly again things will pick up.