More strange dreams...or "Look I can walk!"

We're in the MPA gym (kind of...though I am unsure where the extra set of bleachers came from) and we need to set up the nets for the Volleyball match. I hobble over there on my crutches and secure the tension cords on the net. Of course to do this I have to set my crutches down and balance on one leg (I've become quite adept at that). I finish and walk off. I'm talking to Blair on the other side of the gym when I realize that I've forgotten my crutches, and I can walk! Blair seems concerned, and unsure that I should actually be walking unassisted. Suddenly I am also worried...what if I am destroying the inside of my knee by walking? It doesn't hurt though so the worry seems unfounded.

I then dream that I dream about running in a field and running is bad because it makes my knee hurt, feel unstable <shudder> and stuff like that.

Change of scene. Again I am awake in the dream. I am on crutches again. A girl I don't actually know is playing drum kit. It bothers me that I don't know her though, because she is one of Sowah's students. She is having trouble playing a steel drum part (on a drum kit, which is strange in and of itself). She is very unstable, the rhythm keeps fluctuating and I can't really figure out what it's supposed to be. Of course, she has to perform later that day. I listen to the part she is to play on a CD and realize that her part is 3 against someone else's 2 (for the western musically inclined it's like playing 6/8 against 4/4...or continual triplets in a duple measure). I can play this in my sleep (literally and figuratively it seems). We pack up and head to location she'll be playing in. I play with her to help her get the feel as we ride an escalator in a school that looks like a mall. It doesn't look good.
We get to the class room where she'll be playing. The audience is a class of young students...probably 5th or 6th grade. Then Sowah says, "We're going to play flutes first, you play lead with me." But I don't have my flute with me because no one told me I was playing. I feel foolish, because I know better than to go anywhere without my flute. Someone hands me a broken flute that makes no sound. I pretend to play.

Change again. I'm in a warehouse type building that has been converted into a bar/lounge. It is screened in on two sides and there is a huge grassy meadow and a river outside (like in the mountains, good for trout fishing, not the Mississippi). There are mountains in distance. The weather is fine. There a lot of people, and I know almost all of them. Some are from my high school class, some are from the African Music Ensemble at Mac, some of them are students from MPA. It is some sort of school outing and I am some sort of chaperon for them which seems a little odd since several of them should be my age.
There is an altercation between a couple of girls wearing saris, they are an amalgam of people I know...which makes me unsure as to who they really are. They are fighting over boys, but it doesn't seem to matter to them which boy it is as long as the other girl is socially ostracized in some way. One of them got slapped and backed down. She sat near me and said, "I don't care, I prefer the old India." She was obviously hurt.
Then I am sitting by the river with my crutches next to me. Blair is there again with her mother. They are also chaperons of some sort. Someone is yelling from the meadow. Blair says that she can't believe how much more trouble my class is than hers. Frankly, I can...but that's because I've gotten so much more cynical as I've gotten older. They both go to check out the trouble. I am feeling guilty because I know these troublemakers and am somehow responsible for them. I get up and I am running after them (yet again I have forgotten about my crutches). Now I am running in a field and running is bad because it makes my knee hurt, feel unstable <shudder> and stuff like that. (Yes that's right, the dream in my dream just came true...in my dream.) I sort of stumble to a stop because of the pain. People are running inside to get away from an approaching storm. Blair and her mother run back to me and look absolutely aghast...what in the world did I think I was doing, was I okay, etc. And I think that walking is okay when there's no pain, but I shouldn't run for a while.