. . . from hell . . .
. . . although there have probably been many others worse, or at least as bad, than this. . . it certainly seemed beyond belief at the time.
The bear of it all was that we didn't even play. The whole thing seemed like some long, drawn-out, absurd awards ceremony-type of thing with lots of gratuitous thank-yous, gushing and fawning. Meantime we were simply anxious. Anxious about when we would play. Anxious about setting-up. Anxious about how long we would take to set-up and anxious about how long they expected us to take to set-up.
And then. . . just like that . . . it was over! They didn't even ask us to set-up, to play, to get ready to set-up or get ready to play. What a downer!! And we were in the back-end of the huge venue, not really sure how far we were from where we had parked and where we had left our gear in anticipation of playing.
The other guys seemed to have gotten their gear packed back into their vehicles and I was the last but not quite sure where my stuff actually was. We did locate it and there was confusion as to where the best exit was located from which I should leave.
Then an employee emphatically told me that I had to have everything removed within a short time period to make way for the following event, which seemed unreasonably short. And without explanation I found myself outside, with my vehicle, ready for loading but somehow the vehicle slipping from within my control. It actually drifted downhill, into traffic on the road and a semi merged mysteriously between my car and me. I watched helplessly as the car sped, driver-less, ahead, downhill quickly beyond my reach (as if I could physically have stopped it alone anyway) until it crashed into a wall at the end of the road where only left and right were the only options had there been an actual driver.
Soon I found myself with Pam, pouring out my heart in explanation and saying, "If it had not been a dream I may have been able to DO SOMETHING!" But I said this to her in my dream. . .
. . . and then I awoke.