Reubans with chicken

I'm eating dinner with my parents. Each of us has a bucket of chocolate milk that we dip wine glasses in. I ask if we're having Cuban sandwiches. We're having sandwiches which are Reubans with a breast of chicken instead of corned beef. I'm sitting awkwardly far from the table and my dad tries to push the table closer to me but pulls it further away by mistake. I tell them that I visited an old friend who showed me his six handguns and lots of ammo. They shake their heads in disappointment. A black cat I own is hiding his head under a napkin.

I'm walking around in a crowd of people playing my bass hoping someone will ask me to join their band. A friend suggests we have short hair as longer hair is now cool. I point out that I already have short hair and have a haircut scheduled next week. I remember the bass line I was playing.