Trial by Sonata

Dreamed on 2011.08.26

My whole high school class comes out to watch a trial -- at an orchestra concert, some guy had called out this girl’s name to come to the piano. When she didn't, he described her in detail -- including the fact that this wasn't even her real name, she was just in the witness protection program and pretending. And she really must come to the piano.. for the trial.

Eventually I go downstairs, and Travis, Tylor, Andy and I are in my parents' basement -- struggling to get mp3 player to play the right music (tool), so we can play ping pong to it.

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