dream: i was being driven around a futuristic, yet a bit run down city apparently in belgium. there were some things that were super modern and sleek and nice looking, and other things like bridges that had big pieces missing out of them as if the city had been left to rot for decades. it almost felt like it had once been and olympic host city but there was really nothing else relating to that idea. there were some other people in the car but i don’t know who. we were driving and i just went “oh my god look at how amazing that is” and it’s the golden arch of u2’s popmart stage. we were being taken to a popmart show. it was at a large stadium, wembley like, and we were taken to the very front, first enclosure. it was alot like the nin saratoga show, where there was a very small GA section with hardly anyone in it, 100 people or so. but at this u2 show there was maybe 10 people in it, including us. and those people came and went so that sometimes i was the only one there. bono, short popmart hair and all, came off the stage and right to me since no one else was there, and leaned his forehead against mine while he sang “sunday bloody sunday”. it was a bit weird and very intimate, like i knew him for ages. then someone appeared on stage all mad at me, because we had our heads together and now they were going to have to stop the show and re-calibrate bono’s ear monitor to make sure that he was still singing in sync with the rest of the band. the guy made bono get back on stage and they stopped the song to do whatever it was they were going to do to the monitors.
and wtf sabres. i shake my fist at you.