Potentially strangest dream ever.

So.
Last night.
...
I don't remember exactly how my dream started out, but it centered around a thing similar to I heart music day except lead by faculty instead of students. The main leaders were Wachmann and Survilla, and their station thing was about music theory (go figure). The day was open to both kids and adults, and Sarah's entire family was there. My duty was to pack the lunches for the day and I just had to randomly put juice boxes and such in paper bags. Somehow, Sarah's sister Philomena knew that I packed her lunch and was very excited that she got a blue juice box (apparently it was her favorite) so in between class things she wrote a huge thank you sign for me on the dry erase board. In blue. Then Sarah's brother Matthew decided to leave me a note on the dry erase board, too, though I don't remember what it said. Then everyone left the classroom for lunch and only the profs and myself were left (there were a couple more people in addition to Wachmann/Survilla, but I don't remember who...I think they're people I made up in my dream) and Wachmann was very excited because for lunch he was...
.
Going to go hunt something on the campus lawn.
And he had a bow and arrow and was playing around with it in the classroom. And was very, very excited about this.
...yeah.
Survilla kept asking him (while being VERY uncharacteristically giggly) to put it away because she was afraid it was going to go off and hurt someone.
Then everyone left the classroom and scattered for lunch. I wandered down to the basement to practice, but then I realized that I no longer had my music history folder with me. So I searched for it. And searched. And it had gone poof, gotten lost, was gone forever, so I freaked out (that part scared me because I don't know where it is, it's not here but I clearly remember packing it, so if it's not in my dorm...). So I went to Survilla's office (which was in the basement of the FAC and very very undecorated/bland) to tell her that I no longer had any of the notes/handouts for that class at all. But I had to wait because she was giving Tim Holub a voice lesson (she's not a voice teacher...). Then I finally got to go in there and when I said that my folder had disappeared she got really upset with me, snapped that I should be more responsible and told me to leave (which is also unbelievably uncharacteristic of her...serioulsy...exact opposite).
Then there was something about Wachmann showing the music majors a movie at the end of I heart music day and the one we were watching starred my fifth grade band director (who was charged with child pornography in real life) and Goldie Hawn.
What the crap?