The Crowd Went Wild

Had a very vivid dream last night. Like most dreams surreal, strange and as usual, myself; very out of character.

It was a big rock show that the church was putting on. Three other guys and myself put together a retro-weezer-pub-cowpunk type of band and we had matching plaid short sleeve shirts. I decided to wear my Buddy Holly glasses. One of the dudes in the band was my childhood friend Steve. He and I played guitars. The other unknown dudes on bass and drums, one of them had a full head of short white hair.

With limited practice time we worked up a 4-song set, one of the songs was a cover of “No Time Left For You” by the Guess Who. Things were hurried yet I was fairly at ease and comfortable, basically ready for the night’s performance.

Glimpses of brief discussions, a bustling, busy atmosphere, a stage getting set-up and people moving about, then it was our turn. The first song was kinda sketchy, we bombed. I was a little nervous, but we came back strong on No Time, I belted out a screaming-preaching blues-brothers style solo during the bridge. We quickly picked it up with the last two songs and basically ended in a kickin’ jam session.

The crowd went wild and rushed the stage, they wanted to get pictures taken with us. I figured I should probably buy my own guitar now, then I awoke.