Drumming and the vow of secrecy

I'm the drummer for 'The Wonder Stuff' again..... Its 'after gig' time and I'm putting my gear away and there's a few interested kids on-looking. I end up being interviewed from under a table by several 8 year olds. One particular 8 year old with a heavy 5 o'clock shadow carrying a Sony DC-T5 professional cassette recorder jams a mic into my facehole. I then go onto explain the drumming industries secret 'secret of secrets' that must never be told..... 'You just hit those round things with these stick things'...

The planet falls silent... even tho' nothing has been broadcast, the entire planet now knows the 'art' of drumming is a fallacy and the only skill required is the ability to hit round things with stick-like-things..... and it was me who broke the drummers vow of silence. My twitter feed explodes in a shower of hatred, hostility and adverts for sheds.

Artists impression of the Sony TC-D5 (without mic) which was rammed into my facehole.

ANNUAL FISH COUNT postponed

All of this at the time feels real... the kinda real that's indistinguishable from, errrm, reality no matter how it sounds.
OK, so I'm working for some company, feels like IBM but I don't get the feeling its 'computer related'. I'm at home but nothing I recognise (I've no idea how that works), and there's something about the 'Annual Fish Count' on TV/Radio that seems unfeasibly important/real to everyday life.

Anyhow, its so important that I need to be in at work early to 'get things ready' (no idea why, which is a common thread in these dreams). I'm walking to work which is interspaced with getting a bus,  I get there and put my laptop on the desk plug everything in and wander around the office to see who is in.
Get back to my desk and discover my laptop is missing..
... blind panic, feeling that its my fault and its the last mistake I'm ever gonna make. Then comes the fear of telling work I've lost their laptop, its so real that I feel my sinuses clear.
Work are annoyed big time, they say unless I find it then they would have to let me go. I Call Liz to see if she can call the bus company to see if its been found (I never find out).
The 'Annual Fish Count' is suspended nation wide because of me. World now hates me. Work about to sack me. I wake up but the feelings are still there for a good 5 mins.