I was at a Peter concert with my father (real-life sidenote: When I was
about 15 years old, there was a band playing at a festival that I really
wanted to see. My parents thought I was too young to go by myself, so my
father came with me. I was standing right in front of the stage and I had
eye contact with the lead singer throughout the whole concert).
This was a invites-only kind of thing so there were only stiff and boring
businessmen and annoying old ladies and such, no real fans, but me of
course. Peter came up stage, sang one song and left again. But when he got
off stage I had eye contact with him! Just briefly, but still.
There was a short break during which the whole stage was completely
rebuild and I had to find myself another place so I would be close to PG
(I had to push some old ladies aside). During this break I accidentaly saw
the play-list for the concert. There were a bunch of new songs on the list
I hadn't heard of before and I remember San Jacinto and Lovetown being on
it. And as encores he would sing Cuckoo Cocoon (?) and Biko.
Anyway, the concert continued... I was *so* close to Peter I could nearly
touch him (sigh...) and I had eye contact with him again! I got a longer
look this time and after a while he came up to me and said: "You sure know
how to stare into a guy's eyes! Would you mind if I took you upon stage?"
Then he LIFTED me and CARRIED me on the stage!!! In real life this would
have killed me, but in my dream I remained really calm and self assured. I
was supposed to do some kind of dance routine with him and he tried to
show me how to, but we got so lost in eachothers eyes (double sigh...)
that we forgot all about it. Actually Peter forgot he was giving a concert
too (which didn't matter much, since most people had left already during
the break. Idiots!) and he took me backstage and we made out like you
wouldn't believe! His hands were all over me! (triple sigh...) My hands
were all over him! (quadruple sigh...)
I remember thinking how to tell you guys about this and that no one would
believe me and think I was just another Irit, but then Peter had thought
about that too: Let's make a video of us to show to your friends (he
brought a camcorder with him).
We discussed the video concept and I said something like, forget the
video, forget my friends, I just want you...
And Peter said something about this being a doomed to fail relationship
with me living in another country and all and I was just about to explain
to him I would give up everything and follow him anywhere, but then for
some strange reason I woke up...
There were a few odd things about this dream:
a. Peter spoke Dutch all the time and I thought: this can't be right, he
doesn't speak Dutch! And I answered him in English, but he continued
speaking in Dutch.
b. For some weird reason he was really short...
Get a life where the