The Concert / Halo Dreams

Grayson and I were in a band together, and we were supposed to put on a concert for an auditorium of about 100-200 of our old classmates from high school. We had already put on one concert, and we were very successful. While at this auditorium, a few different people came up to me and told me they really liked our music. Also, we were called Pedro the Lion, and we kind of were Pedro the Lion, except we wrote our own music and had none of the band members from Pedro the Lion, (This made sense in my dream). This concert was kind of a battle of the bands type thing, so i was completely confident that we'd be the best ones there by far, but I still remember being very nervous to perform, and thinking that I shouldn't be this nervous to perform for a couple hundred people that I already know I don't really like. Right before we were about to go on, I for some reason realized that something had gone wrong with my acoustic guitar, and that I had to run home to fix it. Our band was about to go on, and I knew that every minute I was gone was a minute the audience had to wait, so I was in a frenzy. I don't remember driving home, or what I did to my guitar when I got there that was so important, I just remember pulling back into the auditorium parking lot, which looked just like a strip mall parking lot, with a target and such, and almost hitting a few different people while frantically looking for a parking spot. I ran back in the auditorium, and went backstage to enter onto the stage with my bandmates, who were already standing there, ready to perform. I got back there, and took about three steps onto the stage, when I realized I had forgotten to put the strap on my guitar. I ducked back backstage again, and as I was putting it on, realized that my pickup and sound hole were covered with masking tape. i set about peeling it off, but at this point I had taken just a little too long, and the people running the concert kicked us off to let the next band get ready. I felt terrible, and apologized profusely to Grayson, who wasn't upset with me at all, and seemed to completely understand that I had done everything I could. We talked about trying to trick some other auditorium staff member into thinking that we were the next band that was supposed to go on, but I guess we never did.

In the next dream, i had evidently been afflicted with a strange sleeping disorder, and I was sleepwalking a lot. I guess I was sleeping in this bike shop or something, because every time i would wake up from a sleepwalking episode, I would be in this retail shop, and all my friends there would tell me what I had just been doing, except they always told me that I had just had another, "Halo Dream". My dreams, I remember, had nothing at all to do with halo, and rather were about skateboarding, but I never corrected my bike shop buddies. In one of the dreams, I crashed and hit my chin trying to do a new skateboard trick, and when I woke up, they told me I had done something weird with my mouth, and I knew it was because I had hit my chin in my dream. I told everyone in the bike shop that I was going to come up with a new skateboarding trick. This hushed everyone, since trying to add to the existing trick repertoire was apparently very taboo, and most respectable skateboarders would never even try. I didn't tell them that I was getting trick ideas from my dreams, they still believed they were halo dreams, but I knew that these dream tricks were super cool and I could hit it big with them. The fact that I could be monetarily successful from creating a new trick was synonymous with a cure for my halo dream syndrome in my dream. Nothing really ever came of this situation, but later I was sitting on a couch that was ridiculously modern looking, like those crazy pieces of furniture from that SNL skit, and listening to some guy talk about some idea he had that could help cure my halo dream affliction. Everyone was there listening, and it was clear that the entire town was worried about me, and wanted to help me get rid of my halo dreams. I still never told them they were skateboarding dreams.