then i was on tour with them, but somehow it stayed the same endless day. i would watch the shows from the side of the stage and always have to search for the back room they were in. every time i entered the room, i thought they were gonna finally be sick of me, but they were always happy to see me.
there was one thing with a guy who hates me who was gonna beat my ass and my boyfriend protected me.
there was another thing where a band member started driving my car when everyone was in it and he was speeding and not stopping for intersections and we all thought we were going to die. i told him to stop and he wouldn't listen to me and i told my boyfriend to tell him to stop and he listened to him.
it was kinda scary, but it was an awesome dream. i had an awesome boyfriend in a band i loved and he protected me and was always happy to see me.