Had at least a couple of interesting dreams last night, but the last one is the only one I remember a large chunk of.
(I'm not about to say "fully", since doubtless there was more to it before which I've forgotten.) I was watching a funk band play live, possibly just a video of their show, not sure if I was actually there or not. I think the band may have actually been Gossip, who aren't really a funk band at all, but their funky song is the only one I remember so w/e. They were playing a really long set, and so took a break in the middle. Interestingly, during said break they started playing (recordings of) songs submitted by the audience.
One guy submitted this really long, abstract noise/relaxation track, and as I saw the band's singer get bored, scrub through the song only to find it was all the same, and then make a disgusted face to her bandmembers, I decided to submit something myself.
First I thought of Parliament, but of course any funk band would already know them. Then I hit on the idea of playing an Australian funk band, to broaden some horizons and give the band some exposure... problem is, I only really know
one Australian funk band. So I looked up
Pocketlove on Youtube.
The first video I watched was just a song without video and I was really liking it until the vocals started- it was their old vocalist! Nothing wrong with the guy's singing, but it wouldn't to to play such an outdated song. So I clicked on another video, which turned out to be live, and it did have the current singer.
A little while into the video some woman walked up to/onto the stage and kissed the (also female) singer, who laughed and said "You only come here to kiss me, don't you," before launching back into the song.
At this point the dream was entirely distracted, and all of a sudden I was sitting in the back of the band's (Pocketlove's) car as they drove away from some big show or other. Sitting next to me (or perhaps at first I was only a 'fly on the wall' kind of deal) was the singer, her apparent girlfriend, and (seated closest to me) some weird-looking dude with a blond 'short back and sides' haircut, which would be lame except he also had a centre part.
Anyway, there was some boring conversation where the two announced their engagement and the other guy congratulated them (he had a funny voice, too) and gave the singer a hug. There was a bit more discussion and then the guy in the passenger seat reached over and handed a plastic cup of water to the blond guy.
He took a sip, said, "Yucky, water," and then went to throw it out the window. He hesitated, seeing that the street was lined with crowds of people (even after driving for this long!), and asked if there were any friends or family in the crowd. The singer assured him there weren't and he let fly, spraying a bunch of people with water.
Amusingly enough, they immediately gave chase, shouting angrily as they ran after the car (which couldn't go very fast, there being quite a bit of traffic and a lot of pedestrians on this two-lane road). The driver managed to speed up a bit and escape them for a moment, but shortly they caught up again, seemingly intent on attacking the car and/or causing those inside grievous bodily harm. The driver freaked out and floored it, driving at an insane speed and somehow managing to weave in between cars on this narrow road.
He maintained that speed for ages, despite most likely having left our pursuers behind long ago. This upset me, seeing as there were so many pedestrians crossing the road more-or-less at random, and so I told him to slow down. He refused, still panicking.
I said, "Slow down or I'll blow your brains out," pulling out my gun and placing it to his head.
Some smartass casually remarked "Yeah, let's put a gun to the driver's head, that's always a great idea," but I was determined. Unfortunately my method of persuasion just panicked the driver even more and he froze up.
We careened forwards, miraculously avoiding any collisions, until the road curved slightly to the right and we went straight ahead, smashing into the light forest that lined the road, the car (possibly flipping at least once) eventually coming to rest, upright, next to a creek.
I had taken a terrible blow to the head during the crash, but my sense of comedy kept me sensible long enough to say, "Thanks, [DRIVER'S NAME], that's all I asked," before losing consciousness. Or perhaps pretending to, for dramatic effect? I'm not sure. There was a bit more silliness after that, but RL-me was slowly waking up so the dream was beginning to deteriorate and make less sense. I woke up in the driver's seat, for one thing. Someone put me in the back whilst someone else got ready to drive... which seems odd, given how damaged the car was. Then I woke up.
There was at least one earlier dream, too. One I remember was kind of cool, but I can't remember enough to make writing it down worthwhile.