Last night I had a dream where I was at Sasquatch and Watch the Throne was billed for the early afternoon on the hip hop stage. I went to get my wristband and I had accidently bought 'student' tickets, but I'm not a student anymore. I then had to try and find someone who was a student who would trade me for a regular ticket. I showed up at the hip hop stage and Jay-Z and Kanye weren't there, but they had other random rappers. I then learnt they were 'Watch the Thron' and I misread the schedule. There was also bikes you could rent for a quick trip back to the campground if you needed to grab something like booze or clothes.
I forgot to report one of mine. I dreamt that they moved the Yeti and Bigfoot to the place the Yeti currently is, and they were facing each other and only like 30 yds apart, and they alternated back and forth so that music was always playing. And I was at the very back for Sleigh Bells and then as soon as they ended I was at the very front for St. Vincent.
Also, the entire Bigfoot/Dance Tent area was one giant dance tent in this dream.
I had a dream last night that this girl I had never met before invited me to her wedding. She was getting married to herself because she decided that she was going to be forever alone. I ended up bringing Pea to the wedding with me, but the girl and Pea fell in love instantly and ended up getting married. The whole thing took place at Sasquatch and they got married in a record store that was set up by the Wookie stage.
I had a very strange and frankly somewhat disturbing dream last night.
We were all at Sasquatch partying together, and then the next morning we got up early and decided to go skiing and snowboarding before heading into the festival. Somehow we were teleported to Fortress (near Calgary, been closed for years) and the top of the mountain had snow but the bottom was all rocks which wasn't very much fun. Inexplicably, a bunch of pissed off rednecks surrounded us at the bottom and shot us all with 22 caliber hunting rifles.
Even more odd, when I died in the dream, I didn't wake up, but instead went through an alternate ending, where I died a second time.
On that note, here's hoping Sasquatch is about 1,000,000,000 times more fun than skiing on a rocky mountain and getting shot at.
Edit: this is what happens when I read horror short fiction like "The Dreams in the Witch House" by H. P. Lovecraft before I go to bed.
Had a dream last night that my friends and I just strolled up to this dude's house and asked if we could borrow his giant RV for Sasquatch. We didn't know him and he didn't know us, but he reluctantly obliged. Then the dream somehow morphed into me sitting in a restaurant about to take a bite of a giant Philly cheesesteak when an Asian man grabbed it out of my hands and started squishing it between his fingers.