Dreams, Dreaming, etc.

Our band was going to do a concert. Decent punk. It was in my first love's mom's appartment, so not much space. I lived just down the hall, but somebody told me to not bring my bass amp because they already have one. I decided to bring a distortion pedal which I hadn't ever used with a bass. Feeling frisky.

Arriving, there was no bass amp. Instead I was allowed to plug the bass into the washing machine, which had minor amplifying capabilities. the sound was laughably low and tinny. I said "really, my totally adequate bass amp is just down the hall", but the mom did not budge. Not enough space. Already cramped, she said.

Some dude showed up and attached a small monitor speaker to the washing machine which maxed out at a volume that was still way too low.

This was not going to be a good gig for me.

After that the dream went meandering into what could've been touring with the band...