I was in high school. The standard dream in which exams are coming and you haven't studied. I was serene—I'd been able to pass tests with educated guesses in the past.

Then I had a band dream. We had a meeting about a rehearsal that hadn't gone well. CD said he didn't want to cover the Beatles' "Come Together," as I had suggested we do. I said OK, if any one of us doesn't want to play a given tune, that should be the end of it. "But was I a dick about it?" I wanted to know. "No," CW reassured.