I had two vivid dreams within about fifteen minutes as I was waking this morning. Both involved musical personalities.
In the first I was about to take my seat in a plane. The seats were all random wooden armchairs from auctions or flea markets. In the one next to me was Rick James. "Cool huh?" he said referring to the seats. "Where are we and where are we going? I asked. "We're in South Africa and going on a daytrip to Japan to visit a tampon factory. Cool huh?" We both put on our seatbelts. At that point I noticed that the seats weren't bolted to the floor. I woke up.
In the second dream, my wife and I were in the tech area of a movie or TV shoot. There was equipment: cables, lights and so on scattered among trailers and people working purposefully. We were there to see Kate Bush perform. We sat down on folding metal chairs amid the activity, eventually a small TV on a podium was wheeled out. Kate Bush appeared on it and began to sing Wuthering Heights. Something moved silently along the floor in front of us — a cable, a mouse, I couldn't tell. I grimaced to my wife. The TV screen went blank. After a few minutes someone emerged to read a statement from Kate Bush, it said that she "would not perform unless the members of the audience in the front row who were smirking left." I got my coat and was ready to go but my wife refused, as did the others in the row — about twelve of us. We sat down against a wall with our arms folded, while the people in the second row, there were only two rows, glared at us. I woke up.
In the first I was about to take my seat in a plane. The seats were all random wooden armchairs from auctions or flea markets. In the one next to me was Rick James. "Cool huh?" he said referring to the seats. "Where are we and where are we going? I asked. "We're in South Africa and going on a daytrip to Japan to visit a tampon factory. Cool huh?" We both put on our seatbelts. At that point I noticed that the seats weren't bolted to the floor. I woke up.
In the second dream, my wife and I were in the tech area of a movie or TV shoot. There was equipment: cables, lights and so on scattered among trailers and people working purposefully. We were there to see Kate Bush perform. We sat down on folding metal chairs amid the activity, eventually a small TV on a podium was wheeled out. Kate Bush appeared on it and began to sing Wuthering Heights. Something moved silently along the floor in front of us — a cable, a mouse, I couldn't tell. I grimaced to my wife. The TV screen went blank. After a few minutes someone emerged to read a statement from Kate Bush, it said that she "would not perform unless the members of the audience in the front row who were smirking left." I got my coat and was ready to go but my wife refused, as did the others in the row — about twelve of us. We sat down against a wall with our arms folded, while the people in the second row, there were only two rows, glared at us. I woke up.
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