Sound Staged Dream

This has nothing to do with grief. I have some more to say about that, but I'm going to feel some more before I share. Anyway, I thought I would share this awesome and weird dream I had the other night. Who knows? Maybe it really is about grief, and I just need a chance to explore it. Usually my dreams are relational and impossible to remember the next day. They also usually travel. This time I was stationary.

Okay, so I am in some mall with Erick (I think it was Erick, but his presence was not a primary focus). For some reason I think this may be the Mall of America, although I've never been there. Why am I in this mall? For a soundcheck of the world famous and life changing music of U2. Weeeeeird. You should know that throughout the dream, Bono was a bit of a jerk. However, his jerkness was unoffensive as it seemed to be a direct product of his perfectionism. It was as if somehow a mistake at the sound booth would directly affect the meaning of his song and reflect poorly on his life's work. I am certain that in real life Bono is pleasant and approachable.

On a side note, The Edge was not present. Larry Mullens and Adam or whatever were there, but The Edge was gone for the day, replaced by some random guitarist that I recognized from somewhere.

Erick (?) and I were mulling around and noticed a lot of empty chairs up front. Of course it's just the sound check, so we can move up there, right? As we get approach, I notice a coupe of middle aged sour-looking fans sitting in the middle of the chairs, with all surrounding chairs strung with Christmas garland. The people in the middle informed us that the garland served as a way to save those chairs for others who may or may not come. I plopped down anyway. A woman approached me and emphasized the necessity for her friends to have places to sit when they arrived. I stood in her face and used some pretty uncharacteristic language to pass along my lack of concern for her friends. Even in my sleep, I'm pretty sure I had a smug grin on my face as I ended up punching her in the face, sitting down and enjoying my incredible seat.

Crazy, right? Maybe I need to release some aggression. Any volunteers? Erick can't volunteer. I already dropped the f-bomb on him last night and it didn't help (well, not in the long run). So maybe it's something else. Hearing your interpretations should be pretty fun, so go for it!