I was with my mom and sister and we were... somewhere... I was carrying Parker when I noticed The Deadbeats were holding a concert - I walked with him over to where they were playing and we listened in. The singer recognized me as if we were good friends (at this point this is not the actual deadbeats, but some other group but in dream I knew them as The Deadbeats).
I had a guest mic in my hand and it had all of these buttons and settings and I was having spaz moments where I would touch a button and it would do something like open a garage door and disturb the show, or it would turn on and make a squelching sound.. all embarrassing as I was not doing this on purpose.. it was nothing I could control.. it was impulsive like telling a kid not to push a button.. of course they are going to push it.
They had a contest... and it involved other members of the audience taking 3 persons sets of keys... this guy from HS James, had taken mine... he was a year ahead of me and didn't remember me... until I told him who I was.. he gave me back my keys with a hug... he towered over me and had more body mass than his stick-like self from when he was in HS. I won this contest, but felt as though it was because I had some how knew part of the band.
Flash to the backside of the hotel or housing that accompanied this fairground or whatever it was we were on... I was able to do pull ups on the wall with little effort..
Inside, one of the members came to sit down and found this bullet on the floor .. asked what it was for... I flashed to an earlier memory of someone choosing between that and something else to drink or eat... in the here and now, the person asking picked up the bullet and drank from it... "ahhh syrup!" he said.
That's all I can remember.... there was another dream before this that I told myself I should jot down knowing I'd forget once I fell back asleep... and of course.. that's what happened.
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