Had one last night.
A small venue in a big city.
I'm hanging out and in walks Thurston and some other musicians. They set up on stage. This was a surprise to the handful of us who were there. Not sure what we were expecting.
I seem to remember a large woman playing the cello and a drummer. They start to play a New Order song--can't remember which one.
There isn't much of a crowd.
But there's a technical issue and the show ends. Thurston and his musicians, some fans and hanger-ons sit around a large table and shoot the shit.
I am furious I don't have a camera with me or a recording device to capture the moment, and I consider rushing "home" to get it. But I don't want the dream to get derailed, so I sit there and try to commit everything to memory.
This is the wild part:
Thurston takes a photo out of his wallet and passes it around. "This is the girl I've been seeing for a decade," he explains.
We all do the math, but none of us says anything.
Except these two hipster girls at the end of the table. They start shouting at him: "You've been keeping a girl on the side and haven't shared with us?"
Thurston and the girls obviously have some weird sexual arrangement, and have for a while.
It stops being fun. I finally decide to go home to get a reality-capturing device. Sure enough, once I leave the venue the dream goes into a new chapter, something to do with my college years, and I leave Thurston part of the dream behind.
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