I had a interesting dream I wrote down this morning. I don't think you guys believe me when I say I don't make this stuff up, we agreed to spend much time here over the years for our own reasons, which I'm sure were previously discussed. You may not remember and I don't have the details, but surely this is the case. I kind of shoot myself in the foot divulging that anyway, but on to the dream:
The scene was inside of some sort of spherical object of more than round proportions. This thing had holes all around it but were too small to escape. There were pillars inside of the sphere connecting it as well.
There were two bands there that would be playing. The stage was nonexistant as if they were floating in the middle of it on a small platform. The first band is probably the record store band because the guitarist was clearly present in the dream.
In any event, there were other people there, I remember bringing up what sort of activites I am up to presently (outside of dreamland) which I don't want to really mention explicitly. I was passed as note by the guitarist of the first band that said "shut up" because I was talking during their set. We all know what I am doing. I am from Florida and want to go home, we'll put it at that.
So the second band takles the stage and the sphere starts spinning like I am on some carnival ride. This wasn't like that UFO at the fair, The force didn't push me away towards the walls...
The second band starts to play. I watch and I notice that the singer is getting too close to something hot and gets burned. He gets stuck to the hot thing and the rest of the band has to separate him from it but part of him is burned and he lost a part of himself in the process. So he's gone and the band doesn't know what to do.
The band decides to do a cover of "not of this world" by Danzig. I am sitting out there in the "crowd" and decide to sing along. My voice is loud enough to be heard by everyone and much clearer, precise and resonant. It towers over the others. There were three people trying to sing the song and they sort of stopped and let me take over. That was the only song we did I remember. Later I was talking to them at a table and I said I was from Florida. They asked me if I wanted to join with them and go to C******
The symbolism is a bit too obvious.