Dream about Cheerleading Tryouts

I had a dream that I was trying out for varsity cheer leading. I was all ready to show up to the first day of tryout practice, which was at the high school, but was really my mom's backyard. At the last minute I realized I forgot my insurance card, and I can to drive through a bunch of construction traffic to get to it. When I got back to my parents' house, I was waiting for some other people to show up. Everyone was late. We were all supposed to sign up for tryouts in the garage, but I didn't see anyone wander into the backyard so I didn't go into the garage. I waited a few hours, and I when I went to check to see if anyone had shown up, everyone was there, and they were all already learning their dances for tryouts. When I got over to the Varsity group, there were only a few faces I remembered from JV, but there were a bunch of boys there. Our pep squad did not have boys, so this was weird but kind of exciting. But I started freaking out because the Varsity group was finished for the day. They were all done learning there dance, and no one would show it to me. Finally, I begged or something, and they decided to show it to me one time before there left. But when they started, it was a really bad rock concert. The boys had convinced the girls to switch things up, add instruments and start the routine with some music. But the guy leading the show was not very talented, and he also wanted to start the routine with a really crappy video. In my dream it was clear to me that he had tried to make a video with Napoleon Dynamite humor, and that he tried to play Chris Merritt quality music. However, he was horrible and the this little intro to the real routine was taking forever. I finally yelled, "Stop" and told them this is not what a cheer routine should look like. I explained that I totally understood their desire to get free publicity by performing with the cheerleaders, but this was not the way to do it ... and that they were terrible. The other girls agreed and said they had just felt intimidated when the guys accused them of not being flexible. We all walked across a giant football field and talked about Chris Merritt's music. I still could not get anyone to show me the tryout dance. I was pretty stressed.

When I woke up, I was really mad at my high school cheer coach for not putting me on the squad until Junior year. I wanted so badly. As much as I learned from the experience of failing twice and not giving up, I still think she was a cruel, mean woman. End of story. Purpose of dream.