DM
A lot of the time, when I go back to sleep after having been up, I have super cool dreams... I guess I got pretty lucky today! So, I had a dream about meeting Dave Matthews. We went to see him at some show, and he threw his brown jacket into the crowd while he was singing (it was the same kind that Lyle has, with a furry collared neck). I caught it and began rummaging through the pockets almost immediately.
What'd I find?
Well, a set list of course!!! Sweet!!! But I also found a few neato pens... still wrapped in their plastic packaging - one was a Bic of some kind, the other was a Dr. Grip (I love those). Another pocket had a bunch of straw wrappers or something, and the garbage was mixed in with a $1 bill. I couldn't help but laugh at that when I woke up. A DOLLAR.
Anyhow, at some point after the show, he "met up" with us (yeah, right). He was giving me heck for rummaging through his pockets and I was like, "Dude, Dave, you know that EVERY fan in the world would look through your pockets... hoping to find at least a set list if nothing else."
And he goes, "Ok, maybe, but give me back my dollar."
The rest of the details are quite fuzzy, but I got a real kick out of that. Somewhere toward the end of the dream, I was relaying the story to someone else and told them that I'd gotten to talk to Dave "for 20 minutes! We practically hung out." Ah, maybe one day.
What'd I find?
Well, a set list of course!!! Sweet!!! But I also found a few neato pens... still wrapped in their plastic packaging - one was a Bic of some kind, the other was a Dr. Grip (I love those). Another pocket had a bunch of straw wrappers or something, and the garbage was mixed in with a $1 bill. I couldn't help but laugh at that when I woke up. A DOLLAR.
Anyhow, at some point after the show, he "met up" with us (yeah, right). He was giving me heck for rummaging through his pockets and I was like, "Dude, Dave, you know that EVERY fan in the world would look through your pockets... hoping to find at least a set list if nothing else."
And he goes, "Ok, maybe, but give me back my dollar."
The rest of the details are quite fuzzy, but I got a real kick out of that. Somewhere toward the end of the dream, I was relaying the story to someone else and told them that I'd gotten to talk to Dave "for 20 minutes! We practically hung out." Ah, maybe one day.