Dream: Looking for Amy Grant
Feb. 10th, 2013 09:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vaneramosThis dream was semi-lucid in that I was aware I would be recording it as a dream. However, I was not conscious enough to influence what happened. I suppose that is also how I usually feel about waking life. It also had a lost tourist feeling to it.
I was on another tour. In this one we were travelling somewhere near Dundalk, Ontario, a part of the province that has always felt desolate to me. We passed through a lot of big, weedy, water-logged fields. My parents,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marian_w and my friend, Birgit were also on the tour. The tour bus was never to be seen; we were always wandering around looking for something. We arrived someplace much prettier in a valley with a stream, like Eden Mills. A festival was underway, but nothing was going on the village. Everyone was looking at maps and trying to find their way somewhere else.
We went looking for an Amy Grant concert down a gravel road. Now I was withdjjo and marian_w, who was about five years old. It was going to be an open air concert. The auditorium was made up of circular terraces with eccentric concrete walls and pipes leading everywhere. It appeared to be part of a reservoir.
Hardly anyone was there yet and we went right up to the front few rows. Some of the seats were bizarrely shaped like concrete bar stools with aluminum canopies. We first sat there but Danny wanted to get even closer. We started to move but the place was starting to fill in. By the time we got where we wanted, those seats had been taken, and then we returned to find the weird bar stools also occupied. We ended up sitting off to the side where the seats did not face the stage but forward, so we were very close but had to crane our necks around.
Dusk was falling and the crowd was still thin when Amy Grant appeared. She was wearing an outfit like Beyoncé in the notorious ugly photos from the Superbowl. The dream ended.
I was on another tour. In this one we were travelling somewhere near Dundalk, Ontario, a part of the province that has always felt desolate to me. We passed through a lot of big, weedy, water-logged fields. My parents,
marian_w and my friend, Birgit were also on the tour. The tour bus was never to be seen; we were always wandering around looking for something. We arrived someplace much prettier in a valley with a stream, like Eden Mills. A festival was underway, but nothing was going on the village. Everyone was looking at maps and trying to find their way somewhere else.We went looking for an Amy Grant concert down a gravel road. Now I was with
djjo and marian_w, who was about five years old. It was going to be an open air concert. The auditorium was made up of circular terraces with eccentric concrete walls and pipes leading everywhere. It appeared to be part of a reservoir.Hardly anyone was there yet and we went right up to the front few rows. Some of the seats were bizarrely shaped like concrete bar stools with aluminum canopies. We first sat there but Danny wanted to get even closer. We started to move but the place was starting to fill in. By the time we got where we wanted, those seats had been taken, and then we returned to find the weird bar stools also occupied. We ended up sitting off to the side where the seats did not face the stage but forward, so we were very close but had to crane our necks around.
Dusk was falling and the crowd was still thin when Amy Grant appeared. She was wearing an outfit like Beyoncé in the notorious ugly photos from the Superbowl. The dream ended.
