Hold on... this one was really fucked up.
I was in some neighborhood that wasn't all that nice, walking around, and there were a lot of people. There's this guy up on a road sign over the street, trying to secure a video camera to it, behind a traffic light, who looks like Steve from Barenaked Ladies.
Somehow I'm inside a building, like a 60's era school or college building, and walking past an open doorway I see this beautiful set and lighting on a stage. I back track a little, and find there's a concert going on, and it's a band called "Taxicab Confessional." Initially I think they sound like BNL, but before long they sound more like Keane or Radiohead.
There's a small entourage of people with me that I don't know, except for a guy from work. The lady selling tickets says it's $5, or $5.99 if you use a credit card. She's like 300 pounds, and calling me "dear" and "honey" and creeping me out.
As I'm standing in line to buy a ticket, a song starts playing that apparently there's a video for where people sign the lyrics. Once I get into the theater, there are ballet style dancers on stage with the band, and they're all signing the lyrics. I think that Kara would find it cool since she knows ASL, and probably know the song, so I snap some pictures with my phone and send them.
Just as I do this, the ticket lady comes up behind me and starts putting her hands on my head and neck in a sexual way. I push her off and she puts her hands over my mouth and I can't scream. I finally get free enough to yell help, and everyone looks toward me. She takes off, when this woman who looks like Laverne from Scrubs comes flying down the aisle and tackles her (she did this in a recent episode I think). Fucked up.
Then I find myself in line for ERT on some new ride, which was just opening. Enthusiasts around me are being assholes and complaining about one stupid thing or another, and I'm embarrassed.
I woke up then, with my heart beating out of my chest. What the fuck was that all about?