stop driving like a maniac!

Right before I woke up this morning, I was having a dream that involved myself, nekonoko, gacktisgod, and faithfulmoder.

I was standing outside of an apparently heavily fortified arena in what appeared to be western Canada (possibly Vancouver). It was brand new, and I was there for the first show that was to be played -- which happened to be Gackt.

This arena reminded me more of an airport terminal than a musical venue, as it had multiple lane roads going through the middle of it in an attempt to more efficiently allow people to unload and carpool to and from the arena itself. Outside were white mock trees that were highly stylized to resemble snowflakes -- only these snowflakes had cameras every two feet, as well as fucking sniper rifles. I guess that was to prevent fanboys/fangirls from getting too uppity?

Anyway, as I'm standing outside the gate, a car pulls up that resembles a British taxicab I once rode in London -- small, black, almost MINI-Cooper-ish. Zach was driving, and gave me a big smile from the driver's window. Xty and Sabrina were riding in the back, and Sabrina smiled and said, "Oh, you made it!"

In that weird dream-way, this was perfectly normal. I'd been expecting this, somehow. I said, "Yes! I'm really excited about this show..." and then my memory gets blurry about the dialog.

What I clearly remember then, though, was getting in the passenger seat, and having Zach TAKE THE FUCK OFF into the arena parking lot. There were mobs of people showing up to see Gackt, most of them Asian in origin, and Zach acted like they weren't even there. He was going at least 45 or 50 miles an hour, people were diving out of the way, cussing at us in Japanese, Korean, you name it.

I hear Sabrina go "Jesus Christ, dude!" I then look over to Zach to see him not even looking at the fucking road -- he was looking around the inside of the car, completely oblivious to the fact that he was about to run down a large amount of people.

As we approached our V.I.P. parking, I woke up. :/