Dreams about famous people....

[Combat Chuck]

This morning, I woke up to find that I had dreamt the strangest dream, and that this time, it didn't involve me killing Orgazmo.

I was at a concert venue listening to a few random bands (smaller bands that I had never heard of), and there were random milling groups all around. The concert was mildly attended, and the whole time, I couldn't figure out just why I was there. I kept on walking around, sometimes to listen to the bands, sometimes to stare at the random groups of people that were spread all around. It was dark outside, and there were huge spotlights around the venue.

Then I found a concert bill on the ground and picked it up. I looked at the line-up and realized that the headliners for the show happened to be a little band called Radiohead. This blew me away. There were only this amount of people to see one of the greatest live bands in this day and age?

I immediately ran up the stage where the last band was just tearing down their shit, and I looked into the wings to see Jonny Greenwood. I was giddy like I get when I see Jonny Greenwood in the wings, so I immediately climbed onto the stage and walked to the wing. I peeked through the curtain to see the whole gang, and I was looking straight at Thom Yorke. He smiled and told me to sit down. I did, and I immediately thought to myself <u>Don't fuck this up. Don't act like a fucking 14 year old when they see Lance Bass in a TV ad. Just act like the cool cat you are.</u> And I did. I chatted with the band, thanked them for the amazing music they've produced throughout the years, and then Thom Yorke told me that we could hang out after the show, but they had to play. It had begun raining, but they decided to play anyway.

Then I gave Thom Yorke a high five. And discovered that he had webbed hands. I was in shock. I looked at him, he smiled, and then he ran on stage to launch into 2+2=5.

Then I woke up.

Fucking reality.

Have any of you had dreams of these sorts? I'm not talking webbed hands, I'm talking about famous bands/people....

[Fruitacious B]

This is almost eerie that you made this when you have, Chuck. Last night, I had a dream that I was in Wal-Mart, and as I was walking past the men's clothing section, I see From Autumn To Ashes, all of them, looking at black hooded sweatshirts. I then say "what the fuck?" in a rather giddy tone, and proceed to walk over and talk to the band. After awhile of chatting, they say they have to get to a show, and ask me if I'd like to come. I then say "fuck yeah". We go outside and get in their tour van and we leave. To my surprise we end up in Winona Lake at a place most know as "Turning Point". They say, "we're here man", and start to get out. Not too long afterward, they get set up, and play one of the most fucking brilliant awesome sets EVER, and pack up their stuff. They ask me if I'm in a band, and upon my positive "yes" reply, I give them a demo. They put it in the cd player right then and there, and after the first song is done, the tell me "we'll have you on the label we're on in two weeks man, you're fucking awesome". I'm like "thanks", we exchange phone numbers, and they leave. I then wake up at home rather disappointed. It was one of the strangest dreams ever.

Edit - spelling

[ November 17, 2003, 01:56 PM: Message edited by: Fruitacious B ]

[Combat Chuck]

For dreams about famous people, yours sure could be listed in the generic category.

[Titan]

I had a dream about Jeff Hanson last night.
Probably because we're going to see Denison Witmer tonight.
Me and Pli were the only ones who stuck around til the end of the show and Jeff's like "Oh, I can always count on Titan and Pliedes to stick around." I was thinking, "Okay, we've only ever seen you once before... and we didn't even talk but... yeah... I'm cool." I don't actually remember the show... just afterwards. Before we talked to him I ran towards our dorm (actually towards a place on campus that wasn't near my dorm) to get some water... probably because I felt such a need for water after the APC show saturday... then halfway to the dorm I realized I had a bottle of water in my hand... probably because I cought a bottle of water from Billy Howerdel... and I was like, "Shit, I guess I could just drink this..."

Wow, that was probably the most anti-climactic post ever. Sweet.

[ November 17, 2003, 12:10 PM: Message edited by: Titan ]

[fancymeghan]

ok, so i didn't have this dream last night, but i had it when i was in 6th grade.

ok, in the dream, i was in my 6th grade study hall doing homework and watching some educational movie. our teacher announced that we would be having guest speakers come to talk to us. so, after a little bit, in walks john lennon and paul mccartney. i screamed (at this point, i was only 13 and couldn't control my girlish excitement). and they sat at the front of the room and read a children's book, so i ran up and sat next to them to listen because they rocked so damn much. it turned out that everyone else just sat and did their homework and i was sitting on the floor thrilled to death that half of the beatles were reading me a book. and i realized how much my peers sucked and i was about 98% cooler than they would ever be.

the end.

[Titan]

Too bad that whole "cooler than everyone else" thing didn't pan out for you.



Someone outside our room is playing the xylophone so while reading that I thought you said that McCartney was playing the xylophone to you... it was a humorous image.

Hey... if you two got married, you wouldn't have to change your last name very much. I'm sure you've already thought of that.

[ November 17, 2003, 02:31 PM: Message edited by: Titan ]

[Niger Angelus]

Most of mine about famous people result in me waking up to a musty odor.