I dreamt I was back in Melbourne, or with some Melbourne friends at least, and I was seeing a gig. Crazy, right?!
Can't remember who was playing but there was some weird dream shit where I was in the bathroom and, on a poster for the show, the front-women of two or three of the bands were somehow animated and talking to each other. Or maybe I was just hearing some on-stage banter from the other room and imagining it. Also, they appeared to be dressed kinda like burlesque dancers for some reason. Talked in an old-fashioned style too, I believe?
I think I liked one of the bands and decided to purchase their music immediately, and upon going to their label's Bandcamp on my smartphone which was apparently working (possibly the most far-fetched part of the dream), I took a look at the label's "buy full digital discography" option which the site likes to shove in your face.
To my surprise, it was actually affordable - and it included a lot of music! Even some from favourite bands of mine, like Holy Serpent!
This is rather odd, especially since the label in the dream was Poison City Records, which I'm pretty sure only do punk music IRL.
The strangest part was definitely that much music for just $24 or so, though. Also, I believe The Smith Street Band were involved at some point. I doubt they were playing the gig but I may have just heard a song of theirs somewhere.
Can't remember if I snapped it up during the dream or not, but I'm sure I planned to. There were enough good bands I already knew in there to be worthwhile.
Also some new little cafe/restaurant was being opened by a friend of ours, probably vegan/vego and probably somewhere near the venue I was at earlier in the dream, but I think the dream ended before I could actually order any food - I was in the bathrooms for some reason, having spilled water (at least I hope that was water) on some belonging of mine and deciding to give it a thorough blasting in a hand-dryer. Maybe it was a shoe. Or a shirt. Certainly not something you'd want soaked with water.
Oddly enough I may have skated to the place, either that or there was a skating scene with some other, more coordinated character.
Oh, and two of my friends showed up with coffees they got for free. One of them had actually been given the coffee, whilst the other friend pretended to take another one by mistake thinking the offer extended to him as well.
Pointless detail, I know, but it led to some amusing convo's in the dream.
Edit: last night/this morning's dreams were pretty all over the place from what I remember. At one point I was walking along a street somewhere filled with heartbreakingly gorgeous old buildings, and I'm not sure if I was somewhat intoxicated or if I was just far better at expressing myself than in real life, but I started looking at them as I passed and gesturing wildly, shouting things like "OH MY GOD THAT BUILDING IS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL" or "UGH, LOOK AT THAT PLACE, IT MAKES ME WANT TO BITE MY FIST AND SCREAM!"
I do love old buildings. Honestly, I kind of wish I could do that sort of thing for real. Self-expression is not a strength of mine.
Next I remember, I was at a party with various friends both real and dreamt-up. Things were going alright, but then one person (an entirely fictional person as far as I know) started telling me I ought to call it a night and turn in, that I'd had enough to drink. That would be highly annoying at the best of times, but the kicker was that this twerp was far more visibly drunk than I. They even handed me a scribbled note that was messy and misspelled almost to the point of illegibility.
This continued for what seemed like quite a while, then later I had had enough and began mocking their wholly unappreciated efforts to my closer friends, rather loudly and most likely within earshot of everyone at the gathering (it was a small group). I think this caused some considerable unpleasantness, at least for the person in question and folks who might like them enough to feel bad about it, especially when I started reading the aforementioned note aloud, being sure to emphasise its all-'round shittiness.
Later I remember them (the annoying person) showing/giving me some weird folder or scrapbook filled with various photographs and birthday cards they'd given me and shit. I think their earlier behaviour was a manifestation of some kind of obsession they had with me? I dunno wtf their problem was but the feelings (assuming they were positive) were certainly not reciprocated.
Last I remember of that gathering was things having calmed down from the earlier hard-partying, people sitting around quietly talking on low stone walls on a street somewhere in the very late dark of night, and me discovering, to my dismay, that I was somehow feeling too sober to easily participate in any such conversations and desperately wishing somebody had a beer left to give me.
That bit hit kinda hard. Moments like that are nightmarish irl.
I believe there was something later as well, closer to me waking up, that I remembered at first and meant to include here, but in the process of getting out of bed, going to take a slash, and getting distracted by this and that before getting back and starting to type this I seem to have entirely forgotten it, whatever it was.
In closing, I shall leave you with this message from the cat, who likes to sit on a tall piece of furniture next to this desk and uses my laptop as a stepping stone:
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"Epowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww07
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