Sept. 13th, 2013
I remember needing to pee. I went into a ladies room and there were several ladies there. The weird thing was each stall had two toilets, so you had to go in with a partner. I went in with a petite blonde girl who said nothing to me. She was able to go. I wasn't. I fussed with laying down a seat guard, even though I planned to hover. I just couldn't get it together. She finished up and left, and I left too. I saw myself in the bathroom mirror, and I was me, but maybe a little older. I was very thin, and my hair was long and bright red. I had on leather pants and a black tank top.
I left the bathroom and found myself at a concert venue, backstage. My boyfriend came up to me. He wasn't my waking life boyfriend. He was only a little taller than me with really long black dreads. He had a very long beard and a fancy mustache. He was incredibly pale, and was obviously someone famous. I think from some metal band. He looked the part. Very masculine, very not like someone I'd actually be attracted to. The other girls were obviously jealous of me. He said we could hang out for a little while yet, because the opening act had just begun.
He took me to some room where we sat on a couch. I lied down and put my head in his lap. He was telling me that since we were serious now, he'd speak to the tour manager and try to get some dates shaved off the west coast leg of the tour so we could spend more time together. I told him that absolutely wasn't necessary. I wanted him to tour. He was the one that wanted more time with me. He wanted me to go on the tour as well. I said that wasn't necessary. He seemed like a really great guy, but I was just not into him. He seemed very serious about me. I think the girl that I was int he dream could have been really into him, but she wasn't me.
He leaned down and kissed me and it was totally weird. His tongue was long and really thin and it kind of grossed me out. His mustache was really overwhelming. I was thinking to myself that I didn't know how I would be able to tolerate him.
It was time for him to go on stage, and we stood up. I straightened up his outfit and kissed his forehead, and wished him luck. As we went onstage, he waved at me and smiled. I went out the backdoor and got in a car and took off without watching the performance.