I went to DC with my family to the 9:30 Club and saw Godspeed You! Black Emperor play a show. Afterwards, I heard of another one being played up north, at some large, fictional city beginning with an A (located a bit north of where Baltimore is in real life). I left my family in secret and began a voyage on foot to the next show.
This one was at a massive stage about the size of the Merriweather Post Pavillion, but instead of being located at the bottom of a hill it was an amphitheater surrounded by wide, grassy terraces. The audience sat leaning against the walls of each terrace. These walls were painted at the top with a simple terracotta-colored pattern reminiscent of Mexican themes. The stadium was located in a clear area. The sky was empty and bright, and the grass was green and full.
When I arrived, I met the person I've been writing of in my journals, as well as a bunch of other friends from that class who I'm also afraid of losing time with. We all sat at the top terrace and watched the band play this song:
Eventually my family caught up with me, and I started moving between locations a bit, in and out of the venue, talking to various people there. But I eventually settled back to the original position I was at, with everybody else by my side. The guy you all know about stayed the longest, and closest. It was a really nice dream.
Hold on! Before you say it, allow me:
I am making way too big a deal out of this than I really should, and I really don't need to worry about it as much as I am. I think it's just because I have no homework or anything else to worry about, and it's a four-day weekend, so I'm mildly obsessing over this. I learned the hard way that poorly-timed breaks are way more miserable than no break at all.
I have to say, though, that my subconscious really knows how to choose music that fits the mood. And this dream inspired me to tab the first part of that song.