Festival

This one is very likely the result of me ordering a ticket to the Sonisphere festival last night. Something tells me that might be a little bit more 'rock and roll' than this dream, but Rammstein are headlining there. Sadly no clue who Cindy is however.

I'm wandering amongst the crowd at a music festival. The curious thing is that it seems to be indoors, inside a large auditorium. Despite there being quite a crowd, everyone is quiet and polite as they stand waiting for a band to appear on stage.

Some people who apparently know me, call me over to where they are stood and I make my way through the crowd towards them. Standing with them is a tall girl with bright blond hair, dyed pink at the ends. She is wearing a lime green jacket, cut-off jeans and black baseball boots. She looks a little bored and the people who called are shuffling sideways away from her as I arrive.

As I approach, they tell me they have to go somewhere else, but this girl, who is called Cindy, is totally into the band just like I am so we should hang out. With that, they turn and are consumed by the crowd leaving the two of us standing looking at each other.

After a moment or two, I suggest we should go move towards the front as we'd can still get up close to the stage. She nods, smiling and takes my hand leading me through the crowd towards the stage. We're able to walk right up to the stage - there are no barriers and no 'scrum' of people close by. We stand right at the front, resting our elbows on the stage.

There are people mulling about on stage, setting up microphone stands and plugging in instruments. I watch them for a bit, thinking they look vaguely familiar and then I recognise them as the band members of Rammstein. Somewhat starstruck, I'm lost for words, but Cindy calls out to them and they troop over to us for a quick chat before they play their show. They are very polite and tell us they've reserved us some seats right at the front so we can get the best view.

We thank them and turn to see row upon row of seats have appeared and people are gradually filling them up. In the middle, right at the front are two gigantic purple chairs, a bit like cinema seats (and indeed they have drinks and snacks stuffed into the arms!) and they are lit by strings of purple fairy lights all around them.

Cindy tugs on my arm towards the chairs but first insists that, because it's a festival and inevitably mucky, we should leave our shoes at the barriers so as not to muck up the chairs. Slightly baffled by this, I nod and agree and now shoeless, we scamper across to the chairs and bounce up into them and begin munching popcorn waiting for the show to start.