kyrasantae | Strange dreams

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, 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 :(