Dreamed I was in an old double story hotel right by the ocean. I was standing at a balcony overlooking a turbulent sea at night, waiting for a friend after we both separately performed at a festival that night. Eventually he arrives with an entourage of party-goers. He seemed wild, not like himself. For some reason I was worried. He announced that he was going to go swimming (surfing?) in the turbulent ocean, and I got very concerned. I remember watching from my balcony with a weary eye - trying to distinguish his form in the water - not sure if the waves had pulled him in or not... wondering if I still had my freediving chops enough to rescue anyone from the water if they were in trouble. There was something rather dark about the dream...colors were muted, and faces were unclear. The hotel seemed a bit dilapidated too.
I then a wake up in my room to my cell phone ringing. I pick up the phone and put the headphones in - but at first there is silence, and then I am greeted by a voice filled with static on the other end. I can't make it out, and eventually the person hangs up, and calls again. Once more, it's very difficult to understand this person, but eventually the voice clears and I hear a man saying that he has 3 meat pizzas to deliver to our house. He says he is about to come up our (dead end) street in an 18 wheeler to deliver these pizzas, but I make it very clear that we didn't order them, nor should he drive up our street in his truck. He then seems to imply that the pizzas are code for something, but I don't understand. I then remember that I never saw my friend come out of the ocean and am filled with a dense of dread, but the man on the phone explains to me that the pizzas are a secret message sent by someone that wants me to know they are performing in downtown Boston that day. I suddenly remember that there is an all day concert with (musical artist) performing.
The man arrives to give me a ride in his truck (which turned out to not be an 18 wheeler) to the concert. As we ride, he drives really fast, and the morning turns to afternoon with beautiful blue skies as we weave through tiny country streets. When we arrive at the venue, it's a small room, and (musical artist). is already playing. As he finishes his last song and people applaud, he nods to folks in the crowd and, seeing me, his eyes grow wide and a giant smile lights up his face, so I walk over and say hello and, as if we were long-lost friends (in real life, we've only met a couple of times), he tells me he was afraid I wasn't coming, and that it was him that sent the driver with the pizzas to bring me to the show. Some unspoken knowledge about him being my half-brother or cousin....again? This has come up before in dreams. I haven't figured out what to make of it yet.
The scene switches to being back in the truck. I think perhaps (musical artist) is driving (not sure) but the roads are very narrow now, and switching from pavement, to concrete, to stone, to narrow brick sidewalks. Up over head is a constantly changing sunset - the most beautiful vivid sunset I have ever seen. The last thing I remember is seeing a giant beautiful mountain volcano coming closer as we (somehow) drive across the ocean to all the way to a big island. I'm so mesmerized by the sunset - nothing else matters but the brilliant colors.
