Odd overalls, projected into the future

I'm in Washington DC on vacation. In the dream, most of my high school friends live there and I'm staying with one of them. She measures me for clothes she intends to make me as a gift.

I leave her apartment for some reason and have to go up and down a series of confusing stairs to get to the door. I try to call my parents to tell them where I'm staying, but my cell is broken and waterlogged and falling apart. When I return, I can't figure out how to get back to her apartment through the maze of stairs so I climb a tree outside, bend a branch back and let it catapult me through an open window. There is a party going on. A childhood friend is playing piano for everyone and as part of the song, he hypnotizes me and has me do things I don't remember when the song is done.

My friend has made me over-sized overalls where the legs of the pants are only about six inches long, the crotch six inches above my ankles. She's made one for herself too and she puts it on. When I put mine on, the legs are normal length, it's just a very over-sized pair of overalls. She is disappointed in her work.

I'm wandering through the city alone. As I walk through distinct neighborhoods, I become disoriented, day turns to night and back and the seasons change.

I realize if I say my name in a certain way, I can somewhat control the rate at which I'm being propelled into the future.

I enter a basement bar with mostly Hispanic customers and a traditional Mexican band. The band finishes and I am to play next. I'm restringing a grotesquely large four stringed guitar, unsure what order the strings are supposed to go in. Some sort of altercation breaks out, some customers or maybe the last band is trying to incite violence with me. I whirl the unusually long guitar string around me like a jumping rope forming a protective field. I say my name in a special way which phones 9-1-1 into the past.