So...I was poking around at SC.net last night before bed. I mean...just before bed. The normal discussions were continuing. Memories of the tour. Who won the auction items. Recent concerts attended by other bands (and now that's all we got, so...heh...).

Bedtime rolls around and I snuggle in for the night.

And all night I have a dream. And The Police are involved.

Both ladystarblade and I are at a show. It's a small show. And they decide to come on out and greet their fans. Yeah...this is how you know it's all a dream. LMAO!!

So, we are milling around and we go and talk to Sting for a moment. He even signs something for us. Don't ask me what...I don't know. And we stand around and talk for awhile. Nothing important. Just casual conversation. I look over and see Stewart wearing a gray button-up shirt. He's being swarmed...and then he disappears.

Okay...

We move away from Sting (this is how ladystarblade knew it was a dream...she willingly moved away from Sting) and find Andy. He signs a guitar for me (WTF?!! I didn't have a guitar the rest of the time and after he signed it...it was gone! Ah...dreams...). And we chat with Andy for a bit.

Stewart randomly shows up again. This time he's in a tweed suit, of all things. And we get to talk to him finally. And just as we're about to strike up conversation, my alarm goes off.

So, this dream, while short when written down, took up a lot of time. Lots of talking. Lots of wandering. And a whole lot of The Police.

Weirdness.