Night before last I dreamt that Kazu had received an invitation for two people to a POTF fan meeting. But she couldn't go and so gave them to me. I was so happy and I planned to ask Beldrion to go with me if she could come along.
And tonight I dreamt going to their concert. It was this big concert hall (bigger than Sellosali where they played a Valentine's concert once, but otherwise much alike) in Turku. Before the concert I met with redbossfan and some of her friends and she gave me something (she knows what it is) and Poets' autographs from the Tavastia gig she went to. But we had seats rather far apart, so we couldn't have fun during the gig together. Then they let us in and I found my seat quickly. At one point I checked my watch and it was five minutes to the start of the gig. I was worried because I started to feel the need to go to the ladies' room
Then they announced the start is delayed by ten minutes, and I decided to go, fast. The restrooms weren't far away. When I came back though, it seemed like a long distance on this corridor, and more and more people were walking towards the concert room, talking with each other. I told someone that they had come out to give autographs after the recent gig at Tavastia so maybe they would do so now too.
I got back to my seat, which at first had been quite high up, but now was 3rd row or something. The theater curtains were closed in front of the stage and there seemed to be some kind of a hassle behind it. Also, the concert hall seemed too empty of audience, for example there was no one anywhere near in front of me even though there were seats. Then someone lifted the theater curtain from the bottom a little, Marko came out from under it, and some other guy came out with cords and some steel box of an equipment. They brought them off the stage, Marko looked around a bit, came to me and said he needed my help with something during the gig, but didn't specify and went back. The other guy in the mean while had turned into Olli, who wanted to know what Marko said to me. But I didn't have a chance to tell. The dream changed, I was in the upper seats again, the theater curtain was drawing away to both sides of the stage and they started with Lift. Everyone in the audience, now a lot of people, were standing. The first guitar riffs of Lift played, and then there was silence... then again, and the silence. I screamed "Poets, woooooh!". Then once more, and it started
Too bad I woke up then. Maybe I'll see the concert tomorrow night.