Rogue Clarinet Player in Brasil?

Last night, I had a dream that I was in Brazil. This might have been triggered by my writing to my brother a few hours earlier, who is in Rio right now on a mission. At any rate, I was sight-seeing, tubing down rivers, and training for a triathlon, but the main purpose of us being there was to perform as a symphonic band. I was in band all through Elementary school, junior high, and high school, and even played for the University Band (non audition) at BYU. In real life, I play alto saxophone. In this dream, I played clarinet. I was on public transportation, and I really wanted to go find my brother. Needless to say i didn't, but I did something to piss off the grand director of the thing. I turned into a little boy at this point, and Brazil turned into CA, but I was on the run and I knew if this director or his minions found me I was dead. One of the counselors for the trip had helped me escape in the past, but they ambushed us at his house and I had to RUN for it. First, I tried to find a good hiding place. That was a lot harder than I thought, so I just starting running out the back of the house on a dirt road. It was very very muddy out there. There were a bunch of fellow band members on my side who were trying to help me escape by attacking the bad guys. There was nothing to hide behind, so I just had to hit the ground as much as possible so they wouldn't see me. When I woke up, I had just been discovered lying face down in the mud by one of the director's minions. That is all