A Dream.

Last night I had a dream:

By freak circumstances, I was now the bass player for Coldplay in mid-tour.

I was in a hotel room practicing with the band, but Chris Martin wasn't there. I was telling them "I've always loved your band, but I'm not really familiar with the songs from La Vida or your latest one, so I'll have to learn those." They had chord sheets with their songs (like a worship band would have) but after a minute the chord sheets were carved on wood tablets. Soon I realized that I wasn't actually practicing with the band. It was those guys who go out on stage to test the instruments before the band comes out.

Then I was being given a tour of the caravan and being introduced to people. Coldplay's manager takes me into this semi-trailer which is full of survival supplies: lots of canned food, generators, outdoor stuff, and crates full of books and Bibles. Lots of Bibles. The manager told me that this was all for Chris Martin because he believed that the world was going to end soon. "He really believes this stuff" he said.

Then we were checking out the venue for the show that night which was this huge warehouse kind of place.

and then I woke up.

I was so excited when I woke up because I actually remembered a dream! This hardly ever happens anymore. Oh and it was awesome because I was in Coldplay. WHUT!??