OP again.
Last night I dreamed that it was Marching Band season again. My band (composed of about thirty short, skinny females, except for two who are a turkey and a grizzly bear) were about to go on the field. Just as we stepped on, we realized that we'd forgotten our instruments and uniforms! I am also a polar bear.
We quickly got the flag line/majorettes into a bathroom and asked them to help us. They happened to have thirty-odd extra majorette costumes on hand.
Meanwhile, the opposing team's mascot was smashed by something very heavy on the bleachers. Cut to a gore shot of him smeared on the concrete like jam on toast. Nobody seems to care.
Back in the bathroom, everyone but me and the two other animals are decked out in skimpy sequined majorette wear. The animals (including me) are wearing T-shirts from opposing schools.
We march out onto the field, whose yard lines are all kind of fucked up, and our Band Director (a white Pikachu-looking thing) stands in the "middle".
We try and follow the Majorettes' routine but we don't know it and do terribly, so we resort to throwing a football back and forth and spinning.
Suddenly our Director gives a "signal" (a sharp whistle and raising of his paw) and the humans of our band converge on the three animals and proceed to humiliate us in front of the crowd (who are cheering them on as if it were pretend). Thing is, our team isn't pretending.
They turn the turkey around and shove batons up his turkeyhole, then shove him down so that they come out his mouth. Then, they rip off the grizzly bear's shirt and expose her breasts (IDEK).
The Director then turns to me and says that I'm "special" because I'm wearing the shirt of the team that we're playing tonight. I shrink back into the corner and get this dream-feeling that holy goddamn, he is going to rape me. (I'm male in this dream btw). I rip off my shirt and try to run past him, but he's bigger than me and catches my leg. He mounts and nearly gets in until I swipe his face with my claws and get away. I hide behind the bleachers.
Time skip a few minutes- he hasn't found me, so I peek out to see if it's safe. It isn't. The entire crowd is searching for me with malicious looks in their eyes. The Director and a few girls have chains and bondage gear that they're threatening me with.
I somehow manage to escape and get back home.
Time skip a few weeks. I am in the car with my parents, about to leave on a trip, when I decide that I'm going to jump out of the car and stay home. They don't notice. I stir about in the yard for a moment before I realize that my Band Director is about ten feet away from me, crouched in the grass and staring.
For some reason, I feel like teasing him instead of being scared as balls, so I leisurely begin grooming myself like a dog would.
He sneaks up behind me and then the dream ends.