Short Stories with Tragic Endings

I am in some building. I walk around going up and down the steps and
it appears to be some sort of school. the walls are "carpeted" as some places
have and the floor is shiny and hard, maybe a dark green or black. the wall
is a light blue/denim color. I go up the stairs and find myself in a room that
looks like its for concert band rehearsals. This room has a light pale-blue
carpet and the same walls as the hallway. My brother is there standing in the
center of the room. We start talking and it somehow comes to a solo I had in
'08. He says something about my friend PJ possibly being better suited for it
which is understandable as I had only been playing saxophone for a few months.
I argued the point but woke soon after.
I then fall back asleep attempting to go into the same dream ( DEILD )
but I fail to go lucid and go into 2011-01-12.2...