ya I dreamt I was someone else in the dream I posted above - it's the only time I can remember dreaming I was someone else. Here's another one - it's from 2001
--The Concert Incident--
I'm at a Tool concert. Apparently, I'm with some friends of mine, although I don't know who they were. I'm on the front of the left side of the balcony in an open venue about the size of Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion. I'm watching Tool play along with the rest of the crowd. My friends (or the people I came with) are nearby my person to the right of me. I can remember Tool giving a good show. At one point, I look down into the crowd to the very front an clearly see a line of poeple sitting near the stage. Amazingly, I can recognize a few of the people, one of which I remember as being Jason Lawrence, the others quite possibly being his wife and roomates. After a few songs comes an intermission, Tool leaves the stage, and another band takes the stage for a sort of "half time" show. This new band puts on a sort of mock performance doing a kind of skit act including dialogue of a comical nature. After the skit act, they begin to please the audience by playing death metal which still has just a hint of comical "parody" type nature to it. It seemed like they were halfway trying to create a sort of cliche death metal music and make it exactly like what non-death-listeners would think death music would be like. Apparently the crowd didn't notice the "parody" or "cliche" nature to the music because shortly they began to mosh. Soon thereafter, the whole mass of people below me (on the ground level), from the stage to the back, were moshing quite dangerously. Kids were throwing themselves into each other like they were enjoying it. I thought this peculiar, the mosh pit usually being contained within the center of the front end of a crowd directly in front of the stage. Then, the entire crowd did something very strange. Apparently, the band did something that the crowd moshing relates to. (Similar to when a concert goer knows the lyrics to a song and sings along.) Maybe the band gave a signal that the crowd already knew or started playing a special part in the song, because the crowd moshing seemed to know exactly what to do at this point. The crowd stopped moshing and stood, briefly, in perfect masses with perfect edges for the walkway to protrude exactly down the side of the huge square block of bodies they had created. Nearly every person was exactly in their place, one beside another, with the whole mass forming a huge perfect square of people adamantly watching the stage where the band continued to play. As I watched this from the balcony, I thought it very strange, realizing it to be quite unusual for a concert of this type. Then, all of a sudden, the entire crowd began to move counter clockwise in a big sircle staying exactly formed in the perfect square of people, as if it was absolutely natural to do so. Apon reaching a certain rotation, the circling continued only now with an added formation change, slowly, from the perfect square to a perfectly symmetrical cross that was the same length and width on all ends. This perfect cross resembles the shape of a medical cross or addition sign (+), and had perfect edges and corners to the precision of a single person consisting of the tip of one of the corners, and continued to rotate in a counter clockwise direction while the band played death metal. I can remember having the feeling that these people who were in this crowd were obeying the band's commands in the same manner that a Nazi crowd would obey Hitler. Meanwhile, up in the balcony where I was, the people were getting very ranbunctious. To the right of where I was there were some kids fooling around doing some crazy things that they shouldn't be doing. One guy has a fire or lighter or something and another guy gives him a long rope. The guy with the lighter sets the rope on fire and it turns out the rope is made of some kind of highly flamable plastic. The rope flares up and catches the lighter guy's face on fire. Someone takes the flaming rope from him to try to put it out, meanwhile this guy's face is on fire. People nearby start to notice and I begin to realize this is going to be something serious and that everyone is going to have to get out of here quick to avoid getting into trouble. I look at the guy on fire; he is standing with his back facing the stage, and people have backed away and given him a five to six foot area to occupy. He is looking up, with his right leg slightly in front of the other, his arms down back behind him, looking up at an angle with a large hole in his face and flames protruding thereforth. His face is glowing red hot and there is a luminescence surrounding his entire head. Now people are turning to run in terror, screaming. I realize I'd better go somewhere fast to avoid persecution from the authorities when they come. Now the entire crowd on the balcony is evacuating to the open-roofed stairs on the side. After a few moments, I follow, but I have a plan. Apparently, my plan is to stay around after the crowds leave to possibly see the rest of the Tool show. I proceed down the stairs to the mid-stairs-balcony section where many people are rushing to get out. I now notice the authorities herding captive fans out in lines down by the entrance/exit. The authorities look like specialized S.W.A.T. team officers. They are wearing helmets with visors and are using a specialized type of crowd control weapon. The weapon is some sort of electrode controller that fits on the head and has a wire to connect to other controller head devices allowing the officers to control and direct lines of people easily. It is in this manner that people are being let out of the facility. Knowing that I cannot allow myself to realize such a fate, and in an attempt to escape, I go back up the stairs to the place where I was before. On the balcony again, I see other officers leading fans out in bondage up near the front of the stage. Having attained my position on the balcony, I think myself to be safe from such a fate, but very soon there's an officer coming up the stairs with an electrode controller in hand. He may have said something to me to the effect of, "stop", or, "this is for your own good; we'll get you out." He tried to present to me the controlling device, and I firmly declined, saying something to the effect of, "no, get that thing away from me", or, "you'll never get that thing on me - ever." He may have rebutted with some response, but I made it very clear that this fate was not for me and that I will leave on my own without the device. He conceded, and followed me down the stairs to the mid-stairs-balcony section where I remember wondering what stopped him from taking me by force (having noticed my surroundings of masses of people being controlled by electronic devices and myself being allowed to proceed unharmed.)
I am as is Void.