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rusty_halo) wrote2006-01-20 03:40 pm
rusty_halo) wrote2006-01-20 03:40 pm
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another one of those strange dreams
I had such a strange dream the other night. I was in San Francisco to see Chemlab, but instead of a concert, it was in the format of a Buffy convention.
It was in a hotel, and they were playing every night from Friday to Sunday in the hotel ballroom. They were on a stage in the back corner of the room, and the audience was sitting around them in those circular hotel tables, like at the first WriterCon.
I got there early and got a really good seat in the front. Each show was good, and I left right afterward. The second-to-last show was particularly good. For some reason, I was talking to Jared either before or in the middle of the show, as he was about to rush onstage, and he asked me how he looked. I secretly thought he looked a bit ridiculous, but I said he looked cool and complemented him that the hot pink color on his shirt matched the hot pink color on his (hat? hair? makeup? something). Particularly strangely, he was speaking in the voice of my ex.
He was about to put on a pair of sneakers, but changed his mind, gave them to me instead, and told me to wear them. So I put them on.
The next night was the final night, but for some panicky stress-dream like reason, I was having trouble getting to the hotel. I was with my mom, and we got lost or something, and barely got there, and were late. (Reminiscent of our trip to Long Island to see Eric Kuffs.)
When I got there, I couldn't find anyone at all from the concert/convention, and thought that it must've actually ended the night before, and perhaps I'd read the schedule wrong. This made me very upset as I had failed to hang out afterward any of the nights, and had totally missed my opportunity to really appreciate the last time I would see them.
But then I ended up finding them--it turns out that this was a night of quiet cover songs. They were in the ballroom, but there were no seats up front for me because I was late. I was still wearing Jared's shoes, and had to return them, so I walked up to the front (the band wasn't actually playing yet). The ballroom suddenly seemed much bigger, huge and looming and eerie and I felt that everyone was staring at me. I went up front and said something to Jared and asked if he wanted his shoes back, and he said yes so I had to take them off in front of everyone and give them to him. It was really scary.
But I was glad that I hadn't missed the last night, and was able to see the band one last time.
It was in a hotel, and they were playing every night from Friday to Sunday in the hotel ballroom. They were on a stage in the back corner of the room, and the audience was sitting around them in those circular hotel tables, like at the first WriterCon.
I got there early and got a really good seat in the front. Each show was good, and I left right afterward. The second-to-last show was particularly good. For some reason, I was talking to Jared either before or in the middle of the show, as he was about to rush onstage, and he asked me how he looked. I secretly thought he looked a bit ridiculous, but I said he looked cool and complemented him that the hot pink color on his shirt matched the hot pink color on his (hat? hair? makeup? something). Particularly strangely, he was speaking in the voice of my ex.
He was about to put on a pair of sneakers, but changed his mind, gave them to me instead, and told me to wear them. So I put them on.
The next night was the final night, but for some panicky stress-dream like reason, I was having trouble getting to the hotel. I was with my mom, and we got lost or something, and barely got there, and were late. (Reminiscent of our trip to Long Island to see Eric Kuffs.)
When I got there, I couldn't find anyone at all from the concert/convention, and thought that it must've actually ended the night before, and perhaps I'd read the schedule wrong. This made me very upset as I had failed to hang out afterward any of the nights, and had totally missed my opportunity to really appreciate the last time I would see them.
But then I ended up finding them--it turns out that this was a night of quiet cover songs. They were in the ballroom, but there were no seats up front for me because I was late. I was still wearing Jared's shoes, and had to return them, so I walked up to the front (the band wasn't actually playing yet). The ballroom suddenly seemed much bigger, huge and looming and eerie and I felt that everyone was staring at me. I went up front and said something to Jared and asked if he wanted his shoes back, and he said yes so I had to take them off in front of everyone and give them to him. It was really scary.
But I was glad that I hadn't missed the last night, and was able to see the band one last time.