To understand my U2 dreams, you have to understand how badly I want to see them live, and just how far I live from a city they could possibly play at, and how few fans live in my town.
(Answers: Very Badly, A Very Long Way, and Maybe One -- Who doesn't even know about the Chicago DVD, even though she works at a Music Store.)
I think I've had four U2 dreams, and they all involve me going to concerts in my local town.
The first was in a parking lot. My friends and I were shopping, when we saw U2 on this mini-stage thing. There wasn't really anybody watching, but I made all my friends stop and watch them with me. After a while they all got bored and left. Then U2 realised nobody was watching except for me, so they just started walking away. I followed them for a bit, didn't even try to talk to them, just kinda walked behind them.
The last thing that happened was Bono turned around, picked me up and gave me a big hug.
The second dream was very weird. This time they were playing in a big gloomy old hall. I was sitting there waiting for them to go on, and I looked to the side and saw them just sitting beside me.
I wanted to seem really cool in front of them, and for some reason I thought it'd be really awesome if I climbed into this hole in the wall. So thats what I did.
The third dream I had about U2 was them putting on a real show in my town. There were heaps of people there, and I'd managed to get my most anti-U2 friend to come and see them with me. Half way through the first song, everybody (including my friend) just left. So I was left all alone on this huge oval watching U2. Then they got pissed that (almost) everyone had left and ended the show.
I followed them backstage. I went to meet the band, and accidentally walked in on Edge getting changed, and he was really mean about it. I tried to tell him it was an accident but he wouldn't listen, so I called him a bastard and went to go see the others. Bono was really down about the whole "everybody leaving the show" thing, and didn't want to talk at all. Larry was really nice to me, and told me Edge was in "One of his moods," and not to worry about him. Then he gave me a hug and I woke up.
The last dream I had about U2 was just me getting really excited because they had decided to come to my town (even though every other time they'd come here everybody had left extremely early) and going to the show.