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I get a tall chiropractic table that I am not able to reach well, while everyone else has regular massage tables. I talk to the teacher. She says I should stay after school. Then we watch the parade of musicians (see previous dream.) Maybe I am learning music, not massage. The musicians have uniforms and are marching. We go into a large school, sort of a hall under a stadium. Other students are coming out. They don't look very happy, sort of sullen young men, looking annoyed at us as we are assigned quarters there along with them.
I tell the teacher who wants me to stay after school that I always want to, and other people are telling me to as well, but I can't quite crack the code to become part of the after school crowd that hangs out together and gets tight. It is a clique I can't join. I can't get as much out of the experience as others seem to. The teacher looks at me like someone she doesn't know what to do with.