Skiiddo - My Subconscious is a Lunatic

NON-DREAM
DREAM
LUCID-DREAM
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Oh Kazm, how I miss you... A little back story, Kazm was the first band I was ever in, and, as a result, the band I was in the first time I ever played guitar in front of a crowd. This is of obviously massive importance to anyone who knows me personally as it was the moment I realised that this is what I want to do with my life! Now, here we go:
I am in a room I have never seen before, but the 'look' of the place reminds me of my school (DS) style-wise. There are 3 amps sitting in the corner, 2 shitty looking ones and my epic marshall. My (former) bandmates are all there. It appears we are about to play a show. We are all talking about something or other and then a tough looking black dude comes in and says 'We should really get going now.' I believe one of my bandmates said something like 'show time!' Then everyone started walking towards a door in the corner. I panic ad shout 'FUCK! What's the setlist?' Tom turns to me and says a word that I don't recognise, and I reply 'You mean we're just going to jam completely randomly and fail epicly.' I think Tom nodded and then just walked off. I panic and run over to get my amp but the black guy says he will get it (Must've been a roadie) So I point out my marshall. I also notice that my amps handle is broken, but pay no notice. I run through the door in the corner, following everyone down some stairs and ending up in a massively elongated version of my school's (DS) sports hall. There is a stage at the opposite side of the hall to me but the crowd is blocking the way (They are seated) The chairs are arranged like a maze or something, and it takes me a long time to work my way through. Mrs Stoker is on the stage and says 'Now Performing...' I think 'Oh, it must be a talent show or something, maybe there's time to rehearse!' So I run off behind the stage to the backstage area. There is a very big backstage room and I see lots of people carrying gear and instruments from place to place and just helping the acts set up. There is a small, window sized hole in the back of the room. Now, Mrs Stoker and my bandmates are with me and say something about that being the *secret* backstage area, we go through the hole into what looks like the best shop in the world. Thousands of guitar models stacked high up. Huge 10 foot bass and guitar speaker cabs. A whole wall of guitar picks, including one packet that reads - 'moulded to fit the fingers of Skiddo' - I am losing my mind in an 'I never want to leave' sort of way. I then realise that our set was starting as I hear someone behind me on the stage say 'And now, the highlight of the night... KAZM!!!' I don't get to the stage in time and Tom starts playing using my guitar. 'Fair enough' I think 'I didn't want to play anyway.' I go back into the amazing backstage area to look around some more. My recall gets a little jumpy here and the last thing I remember is Tom coming back from playing and being really cocky. I was actually extremely impressed that I remembered so much, and that the dream was really long and vivid in general. I'm not so impressed anymore, as I stopped caring about dreams for a while and my recall turned to shit.