Had an awful dream a couple months ago that I “played” a music set for a small audience of peers and old friends. It was not so much a music set as it was an improvised video game demonstration onstage that I was doing. It was badly prepared and studded with awkward faux pas.
In this dream, I had almost no gear except for a simple plastic controller with a long cord. Using the controller, I demonstrated moves from a video game which was projected on a portable screen located stage right of me. The video game in the dream was based on an apparent spin-off of the cartoon series “King of the Hill”. The dream video game was executively produced by Mike Judge and had a running theme of burgers, other fast food, and close-ups of various characters’ faces. You could control their eyeball movements and control the camera zoom and angle on their mouths while they ate and chewed.
Before I started “playing”, I took a long time doing a “sound check”. Using this “sound check” time, I ran around and put on articles of clothing that would be my costume. Two old friends of mine, BSF and RCB, were there and were going to play after me. Their costumes were set up on a prop table upstage against the back wall. BSF and RCB sat in the audience. In front of everybody, I went over and asked BSF if I could use his mask, which was attached to a costume of his sitting upstage with their gear. He said ok, so I used it. More like just pressed it to my face and hoped it stuck. It was a cheap plastic Halloween type with an elastic band. Couldn’t get the elastic band over my hat or head, so just pushed the mask part against my face with the rim of the hat covering it to stay.
Without a microphone, I addressed the audience and made lame, one-sided banter. Then directed someone to turn off the lights and start a 16mm film projector to play the visuals of the video game. Someone in the audience yelled out good-naturedly, “Aren’t you 46?” Referring to what was apparently my birthday in the dream. As an answer, I started “playing” my set.
During the dream, everyone in the audience was friendly and supportive, but I was dimly aware my set was a thrown-together thing and pretty half-assed at that. I’d been unconcerned about any sloppiness at the time and just went with the flow. In the dream it didn’t seem so bad, but waking up from it, I was so embarrassed for myself.