Another one, night before last. It had the same "flavor" as my recent related dreams in that there were a LOT of musicians on the stage. I don't remember many details of the dream, but there is one that made an impression...
RS was there in more of a "supervisory" or production role, overseeing the show. At one point during the set, I saw him head (not sure where he came from) upstage and wind his way through the crowd of musicians somewhere else. Wait? What on earth is he wearing?! A pair of short, black jean cut-offs! I couldn't believe it! I was thinking, "How can he feel comfortable wearing those in front of a crowd in his 60's?! Someone should get him a towel to cover up! How embarrassing!" They were SO short!
Then I saw it: he had the legs of a 20 or 30-something year-old. I was left feeling very confused.
I had a dream last night of an album of covers by Sigur Ros including two numbers from the Cure, why can't i be you? and the top. Surely this would be interesting. The album artwork was a room with simple and class design furniture with framed music posters / newspaper adverts on the wall of the related singles and albums of all the songs, so one with the 'bear' drawing, and one b&w about The Top. Nice dream.
I had a dream last night of an album of covers by Sigur Ros including two numbers from the Cure, why can't i be you? and the top. Surely this would be interesting. The album artwork was a room with simple and class design furniture with framed music posters / newspaper adverts on the wall of the related singles and albums of all the songs, so one with the 'bear' drawing, and one b&w about The Top. Nice dream.
I cannot imagine WCIBY as done by Sigur Ros. Cool dream!
During my 3 hours long sleep after tonight's gig I was dreaming about another one. I was at the venue a while before The Cure stage time. I had a comfortable seat on the floor, this year American style, but right behind a thin space for a little standing crowd. I told my companion that if only any chance appeared, I would try to get closer to the stage because it was terrible just sit there. When she left for toilet or drink and nobody from the guards was watching, I jumped over the barrier and mixed in the standing fans. I felt much better and more excited. Suddenly I realised that I'm right next to my friend who I meet quite rarely but always in some strange places. With a few fast and sneaky moves we reached the very front row, just in front of Robert's mic. The boys came on the stage and started to play. It was marvellous. I took out my phone to write a text to my companion that I had managed to get to the front row and we would meet later. Right after I had finished the boys stopped playing and got off the stage. The surprised crowd was standing in silence and waiting. Nobody knew what happened. And The Cure never came back...
But I don't see And I don't feel But tightly hold up silently My hands before my fading eyes And in my eyes Your smile
I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.
During my 3 hours long sleep after tonight's gig I was dreaming about another one. I was at the venue a while before The Cure stage time. I had a comfortable seat on the floor, this year American style, but right behind a thin space for a little standing crowd. I told my companion that if only any chance appeared, I would try to get closer to the stage because it was terrible just sit there. When she left for toilet or drink and nobody from the guards was watching, I jumped over the barrier and mixed in the standing fans. I felt much better and more excited. Suddenly I realised that I'm right next to my friend who I meet quite rarely but always in some strange places. With a few fast and sneaky moves we reached the very front row, just in front of Robert's mic. The boys came on the stage and started to play. It was marvellous. I took out my phone to write a text to my companion that I had managed to get to the front row and we would meet later. Right after I had finished the boys stopped playing and got off the stage. The surprised crowd was standing in silence and waiting. Nobody knew what happened. And The Cure never came back...
But what does it mean?!!!
It means they stopped the show because you broke the rules.
During my 3 hours long sleep after tonight's gig I was dreaming about another one. I was at the venue a while before The Cure stage time. I had a comfortable seat on the floor, this year American style, but right behind a thin space for a little standing crowd. I told my companion that if only any chance appeared, I would try to get closer to the stage because it was terrible just sit there. When she left for toilet or drink and nobody from the guards was watching, I jumped over the barrier and mixed in the standing fans. I felt much better and more excited. Suddenly I realised that I'm right next to my friend who I meet quite rarely but always in some strange places. With a few fast and sneaky moves we reached the very front row, just in front of Robert's mic. The boys came on the stage and started to play. It was marvellous. I took out my phone to write a text to my companion that I had managed to get to the front row and we would meet later. Right after I had finished the boys stopped playing and got off the stage. The surprised crowd was standing in silence and waiting. Nobody knew what happened. And The Cure never came back...
But what does it mean?!!!
It means they stopped the show because you broke the rules.
That was the question I was asking myself after awakening. However, I'm old enough to learn that too much thinking over dreams isn't good at all. I enjoy them like a story or movie.
So, it means everything and nothing
But I don't see And I don't feel But tightly hold up silently My hands before my fading eyes And in my eyes Your smile
I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.
I had a dream last night that I was in school and had put off making some poster on a historical or civic subject, I think. I figured it out the night before it was due. I guess TC were on tour and RS was around as I stressed over finishing the poster. I realized the easiest way to get it done was to put the notes I had taken on the subject in table form, so I did that. Then, the morning it was due I realized there was no room for the pictures I had printed out to add visual interest, so it was just a giant poster of text. As I was freaking out and trying to fool w/ the layout to incorporate the graphics, RS started telling everyone (don’t know who was there) and me how two of the band members we’re heading home early and it’d just be three finishing out the dates. He seemed really stressed and also sulky that nobody else seemed concerned and I was just wondering why he wasn’t helping and was being so distracting.