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I know some of my friends really like to know about my weird dreams, especially longer ones.
I'm at a small-scale rock concert (probably at a club or something) , and Timo Rautiainen and Trio Niskalaukaus is playing (this is probably because I was playing their CD while I was falling asleep). There's one part where someone buys me a glass-bottled drink that looks translucent peach-orange-ish and it has a label on it (like those Sobe drinks but with a different logo) that reads 'Blow Job' (not that way, it's an inside thing between some of my school friends, [livejournal.com profile] siromygod being one of them). It apparently has some alcoholic content, so one of my friends there with me decides to run off, find a Sobe label, and slap it over top so my parents wouldn't find out that I was having hard drinks again. Later, someone grabs my bottle and sees the label that was covered up and yells at me for that. But I don't remember who it was.

Anyway, after the concert I find out that I happen to have a certain Fighting Fantasy series book on me that shares its title with the title of the concert (and I have forgotten that already). I get the band's autographs in the book, struggle to keep people from tearing pages out of it, and then I switch to another scene.

Now I'm under one of those stand-up tarp thingies one sits under for BBQs and stuff, except we (me and a bunch of friends) are outside and apparently in the midst of a battle. I look up at this fortress we're apparently fighting for and it's all brick and sandstone and REALLY BIG. I overhear someone say, "Yes, that's the Reichsfortress. It's so strong, that's why they didn't tear it down after Hitler." So anyway, I never needed to go out to the front lines so I don't know how the fighting was done (but I'm sure there was lots of artillery). We were all wearing nice red blouses/shirts but they had one flaw: the fabric was über-frayable. Naturally. The idea seemed to be that when your shirt frayed to a certain point, you were out of the battle and couldn't participate in it anymore. I really liked my shirt, and I didn't want it to be ruined (less for not wanting to be out of the battle but just more because I liked the shirt) so I changed into a sweater. Switch to new (but related) scene.

Now we are wheeling our tent thingy down a street to a fast food place, and the leader of our little group (who was a guy) goes in to buy chicken burgers for us. We're all so hungry we get two each. But while this happens, another group comes up next to us...
Then I woke up. The phone rang :(
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