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Post by Switch on May 13, 2011 9:46:04 GMT -5
So I had a terrible dream last night. I arrived at the Gorge with my wife and my brother and we went to pull our tickets out, but to my horror I only had 2 tickets. I realized that I had left my ticket in a separate envelope on my dresser. It was like 5pm on Friday and I had a 6 hour trip to get my ticket. I WAS GOING TO MISS BICLYFRI! My wife and my brother kindly told me that they were going to go enjoy the show while I drove to get my ticket. It was the most gut-wrenching feeling imaginable.
So please, Please, PLEASE don't forget your ticket. You don't even want to know how bad it felt in my dream. I can only imagine what it would feel like IRL.
My Sasquatch excitement and anxiety must be peaking. I imagine the dreams are going to start pouring in now.
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Post by chaco on May 13, 2011 9:54:56 GMT -5
In a dream I had a couple months back, my friend and I got tattoos at the festival. My friend's said 'Sas' and mine said 'squatch'.
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Post by Horned Gramma on May 13, 2011 10:09:48 GMT -5
I lost my envelope full of tickets to the Primus/Residents show on 12/30 last year for about ten minutes. Right when I was parking to go into the venue, all of a sudden they were fucking gone. I freaked out so bad. It was one of the worst emotional states I have ever been in, it was just absolute despair.
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Post by Catherine Sun Chips on May 13, 2011 10:15:48 GMT -5
Might've mentioned this already, but Stamps left our LCD Soundsystem tickets on our fridge. We Dr. Garbanzoured that out after a 5 1/2 hour drive to NYC and we were standing in line to check into our hotel. I flipped out.
Luckily Ticketmister reprinted our tix.
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Post by weenie on May 13, 2011 10:32:42 GMT -5
I keep having Sasquatch dreams where the only thing that remains constant is that they've tented the whole pit area, and you can't see the stage from the hill. I wake up shuddering and am so glad when I remember that it won't happen!
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Post by Switch on May 13, 2011 10:55:00 GMT -5
Actually I did have a ticket scare IRL now that I think about it. My experience was like HG's. My wife and I rolled up to the Gorge to see DMB and we were tailgating in the parking lot for a while. When we finally decided to head in to the show we couldn't find our tickets anywhere. It was so bad that I was about the accuse our neighbors of stealing them. Then they were just in the car, it was like we overlooked them ten times. It was a really embarrassing moment, but the feeling of relief was enormous. Weird things can happen with tickets. It's like they move in and out of different dimensions.
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Post by Switch on May 13, 2011 10:55:44 GMT -5
I keep having Sasquatch dreams where the only thing that remains constant is that they've tented the whole pit area, and you can't see the stage from the hill. I wake up shuddering and am so glad when I remember that it won't happen! Sounds like White River Amphitheater |
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Post by wolfhat on May 13, 2011 12:51:51 GMT -5
Ticket scares are the worst. I keep all my concert tickets in the same secure place at home so I always know where they are prior to the event. I've definitely misplaced Sasquatch tickets in my bags at the festival before and it's never a pleasant experience but has always worked out.
This didn't happen to me because I always triple check, but a couple times friends of mine have taken the wrong day tickets on the walk from camping to the venue and not Dr. Garbanzoured it out until they got through the line to the gate. The walk to their tent and back again was a long one! This is one big reason why festival wristbands rock!
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Post by weenie on May 13, 2011 13:01:49 GMT -5
I keep having Sasquatch dreams where the only thing that remains constant is that they've tented the whole pit area, and you can't see the stage from the hill. I wake up shuddering and am so glad when I remember that it won't happen! Sounds like White River Amphitheater Ha! Totally! Only nightmare Gorge was still better 'cause it didn't have seats! On the missing ticket front, one time my buddy got super drunk and brought his camping pass instead of his ticket. Of course, they had confiscated all his poorly hidden booze before they told him that so he didn't even have anything to drink for the long walk back. |
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Post by kymess_jr on May 13, 2011 14:07:13 GMT -5
Sometimes I take a melatonin for my sleep and it creates really weird dreams. This week it gave me two Sasquatch related ones:
In the first one, I had just arrived to the camping area to meet up with my friends when they all told me we weren't camping anymore but staying at a hotel in town. And to top it off, they all expected me to pay for the room. I didn't have enough cash on me so I had to find a job in this tiny town. I ended up at a warehouse that sorted fruit. In order to make enough money, I had to skip the first two days of the fest while all my friends partied at the hotel (they skipped the concert 'cause I couldn't go to show support). The rest of the dream was of me sorting bananas and strawberries into different boxes.
The second one was more about the board than the actual fest. I had come home from work and started opening my mail; one was a large courier package. I ripped it open all excited, thinking someone sent me a present, when a sasquatch ticket fell out. I got very confused 'cause I had all my tickets already and didn't know why I got another one, so I flipped the box over to see who it was for when I noticed it was addressed to Stormy. Then I got very worried then that 1) Stormy was going to get mad I had opened her mail and might press charges and 2) that if I had her ticket, that meant she didn't have one and wouldn't be able to go.
Right away, I got on the board to send her a PM to try to explain how I had accidentally opened her mail and I that I could either bring it with me to the festival and we could meet up, or I would pay to ship it using my FedEx account because I wouldn't be able to drive it to her in the states beforehand. We then had a lengthy email conversation about the horrible postal service and how neither of could believe we had the exact same address, just hers was in Vancouver, WA and mine was Vancouver, BC. I then woke-up trying to Dr. Garbanzoure out how they would deliver American mail to Canada by mistake.
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Post by StormyPinkness on May 13, 2011 14:13:54 GMT -5
Hahahaha! I promise I won't press charges!
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Post by emptyfox on May 13, 2011 19:51:07 GMT -5
I lost my Sunday ticket at Sasquatch 2006. I was running around frantically searching and cursing at myself for being so stupid. Some random dude walked up to me and handed me a ticket he found blowing around. Presumably it was mine.
Thanks random guy!
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Post by LumpSquatch on May 14, 2011 0:38:10 GMT -5
In a dream I had a couple months back, my friend and I got tattoos at the festival. My friend's said 'Sas' and mine said 'squatch'.  |
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Post by Souly on May 14, 2011 1:07:19 GMT -5
So bummed I can't see the picture.
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Post by spirulina on May 14, 2011 19:19:54 GMT -5
I keep dreaming that I keep getting "detained" and I miss sasquatch because I'm in super troopers hell.  |
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