mike and i were at a wedding reception, i think, with our favorite band and their girlfriends and crew. they were guests, too. we were all dressed up, sipping cocktails in a giant, old ballroom, having a grand time. good ol' friendsies.
the next day i was snooping around the venue and was in a large office-y storage area. it was all white with lots of windows wrapped around it and some desks and boxes scattered here and there. somehow, i realized that i could fly. i sort of leaped off something and soared by curving my spine and arms. i believe this was based on a real-life experience where i tried one of those sky-diving simulators and you bend and arch and such to speed your fall or slow it down.
the large room had those weird, white ceiling tiles and i accidentally soared up too quickly and bumped into the ceiling which caused the ceiling tiles of the whole room to shift off the grid. i felt sheepish and quietly left before anyone could come and notice.
when describing this dream to mike today, two uncanny things occurred. first, when i was trying to compare the ballroom to one he could reference, i couldn't think of the name of the damn eagles ballroom in oskhosh. he blindly guessed "the eagles?" and i was all, "yeah!." that was only a little uncanny. but then! he said that he had a dream about those white ceiling tiles, last night, too. ooooooo. something about installing them. so we were laying right next to each other dreaming about ceiling tiles. but i could fly and he couldn't.
and now, here's a video of my favorite band, state radio.
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