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Post by kikosanchez on May 15, 2012 12:42:28 GMT -5
Funny I just saw this because I've had 2 Bonnaroo dreams in 2 nights.
The other night I dreamed I was on the farm and it was already saturday and I had yet to make it to centerroo because most of my campmates did nothing but stay at camp all day. I knew a few others were in center, but I didn't know where they were exactly. Finally I said screw it I'm RUNNING FULL SPEED to center to see some shows. About the time I got close to the arch, I woke up...
Last night I dreamed we flew and drove long distances to get to bonnaroo and yet I somehow just ended up back in my hometown picking up more people. Then everyone said they had booked a hotel (hotel??) for 9 nights starting on tuesday. That's about all I remember, but I seriously woke up in a haze thinking for 10 minutes my gf had really booked a hotel for bonnaroo.
I find bonnaroo dreams to be much like wet dreams, there's a lot of time getting to the act of seeing shows/sex, but I always wake up before the good part.
Post by mizvalentine on May 15, 2012 13:40:13 GMT -5
I had one the other night...nothing major, just sitting in my camp chair, sun shining, breeze blowing, glass of wine in hand. It was a really peaceful, pleasant feeling. Then this weekend we went to Boston and grabbed all our camping gear out of storage...my Roo bins are still covered in dust and it made me a little sad to miss things this year, but a lot psyched for next year!
I've had many Bonnaroo dreams, usually in the weeks following the festival, but the most recent was unique. I'm a Walt Disney World fan as well, my gf and I visit many times every year. While we are there, we engage in the nerdy hobby of Disney pin trading. So last week, after a trip to WDW, I dreamt I was in the front row of What sitting against the railing. Rather than standing room in the pit, there were rows upon rows of metal folding chairs. People around me were dressed in everything from ball gowns to tee shirts. We were all eagerly awaiting a band that would soon take the stage which I believe was to be George Clinton. As we waited, there were friendly Roo staffers along the railing wearing pin trading lanyards. Everyone was trading special Bonnaroo pins! The pins themselves were familiar Roo shapes such as logos and the arch as well as artist pins. I awoke before I my dreamself got a chance to see George but the pins were just as interesting. The dream combined two things that make me incredibly happy into one. Pin trading at Bonnarroo for me would be like George Costanza eating a sandwich during sex.
I actually had my first Bonnaroo dream of the year the other night. Nothing too special, but it was the first of hopefully many.
I went to check out Baroness, and they were opening up one of the tents on Sunday. Needless to say with that timeslot, the crowd was pretty sparse. So after the show they all came down and talked with us and just hung out in the crowd. Don't remember much past that besides me telling them how happy I was that they were all alive and still able to pursue their passion for music.
For those that don't know, they all survived a horrific bus accident in England last summer. On a steep 12% grade hill, their brakes failed and they careened out of control. After snapping through dozens of trees, they free fell 30 feet off a viaduct. A month or two after, the lead singer of the band wrote this amazing letter to the fans. Even if you have no idea who Baroness is, give that letter a read, it's pretty intense.
Looking back, I guess that was a pretty crappy dream...but oh well...I'm getting excited already!
I've had many Bonnaroo dreams, usually in the weeks following the festival, but the most recent was unique. I'm a Walt Disney World fan as well, my gf and I visit many times every year. While we are there, we engage in the nerdy hobby of Disney pin trading. So last week, after a trip to WDW, I dreamt I was in the front row of What sitting against the railing. Rather than standing room in the pit, there were rows upon rows of metal folding chairs. People around me were dressed in everything from ball gowns to tee shirts. We were all eagerly awaiting an act that would soon take the stage which I believe was to be George Clinton. As we waited, there were friendly Roo staffers along the railing wearing pin trading lanyards. Everyone was trading special Bonnaroo pins! The pins themselves were familiar Roo shapes such as the logo and the arch as well as artist pins. I awoke before my dreamself got a chance to see George but the pins were just as interesting. The dream combined two things that make me incredibly happy into one. Pin trading at Bonnarroo for me would be like George Costanza eating a sandwich during sex.
Long-belated update: This Bonnaroo dream came true - somewhat - last year! I procured a large amount of pins (mostly Alice in Wonderland characters) at WDW prior to Roo and brought a bunch of Easter eggs along as well. I would put a pin and a handwritten note in an egg, then drop it somewhere around the campgrounds or Centeroo. I wound up dropping around 30 eggs from Thurs-Sun, though some were handed out personally as well. On Sunday afternoon, just before Bon Iver, I was heading back to camp for a tic and passed a guy holding up a small pinboard full of awesome pins. After stopping and chatting, I discovered they were custom Phish pins which he created and was selling. As a casual Phish fan, I was oblivious of their pin market. Nevertheless, I traded him a Cheshire Cat pin (which you can only get at the parks) for a Bathtub Gin pin (which he had made) by the time we parted ways. So my dream of sharing pin love spilled over into the malleable reality of Bonnaroo; the events happened not exactly as I dreamed but close enough to remember that the worlds of sleep and wake are not too far apart. So of course this year I will again be leaving pin surprises around the beautiful, filthy farm where dreams come true...
Post by railroad436 on Apr 24, 2013 16:14:35 GMT -5
I dont really remember my dreams well but I did have a Bonnaroo one where it was at a different place. We knew the person doing parking and we had been forced into BFE but this person allowed us to go right up next to Centeroo. The shows were held in buildings instead of tents and the first show we went to, my friend went on stage and pushed the lead singer down who was a women. She started barating us so we just left. There was more too it after that but I dont remember anything. It was an awkward dream.
Turtles are, actually quite sexy, if you think about it. I’m getting an erection just thinking about turtles. No, not a stripper named turtles, that’s not funny. Actual turtles.
—?Thom Yorke
Post by tommyboy7328 on Apr 25, 2013 14:58:29 GMT -5
I would over to go into detail about the thousands of dreams I have had about Bonnaroo but I'm on my phone and can't type that darn much. The only thing I can tell you is that every time I woke I would cry a little knowing I wasn't really there. "The waiting is the hardest part". I miss my Roo family every minute I'm away.
I always just have dreams that I get stuck doing some super important thing that makes me late for 'Roo and by the time I get there it's Sunday evening and I've missed everything.
Post by monkybunney on Apr 26, 2013 19:02:28 GMT -5
I rarely remember my dreams. This is the first year (#3) I've had Bonnaroo dreams. All of them seem to be centered around being lost and realizing I've been there for several days and haven't seen a single band. WTF have I been doing all this time?!?!?!
EDIT: Year #3, originally said #2. I know you all care!
I used to have these dreams... that were all very similar. The setting was always the same... a hybrid of the Bonnaroo grounds in Manchester, and my old farm home in Adairville, KY. Instead of tents, concerts were held in renovated barns with seating and standing areas, if you'd like. There were stages, but I only ever walked by them, they seemed pretty identical to What and Which, but there was a third that was about the same size as Which. I always thought that what I saw in my dream was the coolest fest layout I'd ever seen.
Post by monkybunney on Apr 26, 2013 19:26:17 GMT -5
Not to derail this thread but Bishop every time I see your avatar I can't help but think of a passage from my favorite story in Hunter Thompson's "Songs of the Doomed"
"I sawed the head off the pig around midnight. Loyd had it stored in the meat locker at the lodge, planning to marinate it for a big barbecue for his friends on Sunday, with the head as the main piece of art. I chopped it off with a meat saw in forty-five seconds, and it took about forty-five more to put the lipstick on. The tube broke, so i had to do it by hand, rubbing a lump of red lipstick around that dead thing's gums like I was waxing up some kind of dummy...And meanwhile his wife was asleep in the next room, ten feet away, and then the head wouldn't sit right in the bowl so I had to jerk it up by the ears and jam it back in proper position. And I also had to prop the eyes open, so they would be looking straight up at him...All this took about ninety more seconds, sneaking into his home and putting a pig's head in his toilet."
Post by th3int3rn3t on Apr 28, 2013 11:37:23 GMT -5
woke up a few hours ago after spending the entire night tossing and turning with bonnaroo dreams. most of my time in this dream was spent in walmart searching for something, and then the rest seemed to be searching for friends in center, and unsuccessfully trying to make my way closer to the stage... then bonnaroo would be over and i had to clean up our campsite, and then i would wake up, but still not be awake enough to realize it was a dream, and i just immediately got really sad that bonnaroo was over already, and i would fall back asleep to enjoy just a little more of too, and the cycle would repeat. it wasn't until i actually woke up for the day when i realized that bonnaroo hadn't happened yet and i was actually so relieved that i talked aloud to myself about it.
Post by highimhello on Apr 29, 2013 6:04:55 GMT -5
Just woke up from a roo dream. I had dreamed that I was watching one of the stages from a distance and smoking a bowl with some people I had meet around me. The band was good and I had meet some really cool people... til one of them stole the weed I brought!
I had another bonnadream last night. I had just arrived at the farm. I *drove* over to where Camp Inforoo was setting up. We had a large cement-block building with a bathroom & maybe a common area, idk, and all around it was a large grassy area where everyone was setting up tents. I got my tent out of my car & threw it down to claim my spot, then realized I hadn't packed most of the stuff I needed. Apparently I thought my husband (who isn't going) had packed the car for me, but he had just thrown a few things in the trunk for me. All I had was a tent, shade tent, and an empty cooler. I didn't have my tarps/sheets, linens, food, etc. At first I thought I'd just run to the Wal Mart and get everything I needed, then I realized I didn't even have my clothes and shoes, except what I was wearing! So since home is *only* 3.5 hours away, I decided I'd just have to drive back home and get the rest of my stuff. A nice inforooster chick volunteered to ride with me so I wouldn't be alone. I'm not sure who she was, but she was there with her boyfriend and she was kind of tall, with dark hair, and was from Toronto. Her boyfriend didn't want her to leave but she really felt bad for me and I guess I looked like I needed a friend. I woke up just before we left for Bama.
I find bonnaroo dreams to be much like wet dreams, there's a lot of time getting to the act of seeing shows/sex, but I always wake up before the good part.
YES! Exactly! I guess it's just my subconscious fears of being unprepared.
I would put a pin and a handwritten note in an egg, then drop it somewhere around the campgrounds or Centeroo. I wound up dropping around 30 eggs from Thurs-Sun, though some were handed out personally as well.
I don't know if it was your egg or not but last year at brunch someone handed me a plastic egg with a jolly rancher and a note that read "Wobbly from trunk warm Four Loko, you dance like a madman" I keep that in my wallet year-round to have a small piece of Bonnaroo with me at all times.
I don't know if it was your egg or not but last year at brunch someone handed me a plastic egg with a jolly rancher and a note that read "Wobbly from trunk warm Four Loko, you dance like a madman" I keep that in my wallet year-round to have a small piece of Bonnaroo with me at all times.
this was not my egg, i refuse to take credit for the magical creations of others my eggs last year all had disney pins in them and i wrote the notes on neon paper usually about the pin and something related to the fest - like how radiohead were amazing the night before - date and sign them with my full name. i don't use candy b/c people may think it's sketch. my "eggs" this year will be little plastic cupcakes with more pins from the park. i think keeping that little piece of roo with you is awesome and would likely delight the wonderful person who gave you that egg.
I dreamed the other night that we got to Bonnaroo and had forgotten everything from the closet where we've been squirreling away our small things. So no sunscreen, no chilly towels, no baby wipes, etc. and I was fretting about it, furiously digging through everything in our tent to see if I could find it.
Then our 19-year-old son was walking around camp wearing a cape and carrying a big tin of cookies to give to people. Only, every time someone took a cookie, they would put money in his tin, which was not his intention.
last night i drank way too much and passed out on my friends porch sitting in the chair i bought for roo. somebody wanted to carry me inside and apparently the majority of my friends just said "dont bother, thats exactly whats gonna happen at roo..." not a dream, but its sleep related, and im happy to get some wasted-chair-sleeping practice in before bonnaroo
I've had three so far in a 2 month span. They all suck usually and scare me...maybe some lingering pre-roo anxiety.
The first one I was at roo and it wasnt bad...but it was at an entirely different venue, one much like the hangout. It was on the beach with the stages facing each other. Weird because I've never been to the hangout before haha. I remeber I saw shows but my mind doesnt remeber a specific one.
The second dream was more of a bad one. I went to roo with my now Ex-girlfriend, who sucks, and her and her friend made me miss like every show. I felt like i wasted the entire roo :/ was very releived to wake up and realize it was a dream.
annnd I just had a blank and don't remember the last one.
I think I had a Bonnaroo dream two nights ago, but I can't remember what it was. Last night I had one, woke up, and then fell back into the dream. It first started off with me and my friends waiting at the Miller Lite tent to see Houndmouth. I can't really describe it, but as with most of my dreams it wasn't the same as the real Miller Lite tent and they had a whole section they kept roped off until 10 minutes before show time. We ran up there and got on the front row, but for some reason we had rocking chairs (everyone on the front row did). And unexplicably, there was a gym floor beneath us, and my feet were squeaking when I was rocking, BUT I COULDN'T STOP ROCKING!! (Obviously this is a sign that I will be rocking my face of in a week.) Anyway, the guys I didn't know sitting next to me were like "You gotta cut that shit out" and I tried but to no avail. The band came out and started to play but then just looked at me annoyed, and that's when I woke up.
When I fell back asleep my group was going to an Alabama Shakes show and were supposed to have pretty sweet seats thanks to g a b f r a b (who I have never met before in my life, besides in chat, and was referred to as gabfrab in my dream) had some hookup on seats for friends of the artists or something. Anyway, we walk to the show, and again it wasn't on the farm but in some crowded bar and a bunch of people from my high school were there. It was weird, but again we had a rocking time.
Well, that's my dream. 1 week away and Roo is consuming all my waking (and apparently sleeping) thoughts. CANNOT WAIT TO BE BACK ON THE FARM!!!
Post by I LOVE SPICY PIE on Jun 7, 2013 5:01:35 GMT -5
It's so funny to hear that many people have had similar dreams (nightmares) to the ones I commonly have. My Bonnaroo dreams always involves the same few aspects: being lost and not knowing when shows start, being unable to find a schedule/map, and basically missing every show I want to see and wasting the whole weekend.
Post by musicaloblivion on Jun 7, 2013 9:33:31 GMT -5
I just woke up from a bonnaroo dream. Well, kind of. See, in my dream, Bonnaroo took place in the city I live in. And so, I came separately from my cousin and her friend, who I'll be traveling with. (This probably comes from the fact that I wish I were coming on my own at this point. Unnecessary number of overnight stops have been planned.) So I got there, and just walked on in. They put a paper wristband on me. And I watched a show. But it was indoors. Afterwards I went back outside and saw a bunch of people I wandered around for a bit, looking for my cousin. Saw a bunch of people I went to high school with, so I sat down with them. Which is when I realized I still needed to find my cousin before I could actually do anything. Even though I already watched one concert. Anyway, I texted her and waited about five minutes for the text to send. And another 30 minutes to get her reply. (Which she won't be able to do at bonnaroo anyway, as we're coming in from Canada, and I'm the only one who's invested in a travel plan for my phone.) The person sitting next to me kept going on about tequila.
Yeah. Weird dream. It kind of combines all of my stresses and worries. But it wasn't all that bad, either.
Had another Bonnaroo dream last night. My buddy and his fiance were at my house getting our stuff ready to leave for Bonnaroo (weird because my house is 3 hours further away than his, and his fiance will probably never come to Roo). The next thing I know I'm waking up in a different friend's wife's car and we are inside the gates at Bonnaroo driving into groop camping (again, weird, because I barely know this girl and neither she or her husband would come to Roo). She told me I slept through the entire drive up to Roo and apparently the car checks too. We drive up and groop is a small field surrounded by gigantic pine trees. We had to park and then wait in a tent for someone to come in a divy up all the space between the different groops.
Post by funkybuttlovin on Jun 8, 2013 12:25:06 GMT -5
Had a nightmare last night. My dream was throughout my bonnaroo weekend and I woke up thinking it was the Tuesday after bonnaroo. I was like damn this went by so fast.
knowing I wasn't really there. "The waiting is the hardest part". I miss my Roo family every minute I'm away.
