Well, it's been a long time, hasn't it? I've had celebrity dreams since my last entry, but I mostly had them while traveling and you know how quickly dreams leave memory. But last night I finally had a really memorable dream and now I have time to write about it.
Okay, some background information. In Japan, boy bands are still quite popular, even with women and older ladies. Much like the boy bands in the U.S. and Europe, these bands are put together by an agency and they don't actually play anything - they sing, dance and are easy on the eyes. One of the most popular boy bands of all time in Japan is Arashi (嵐). Arashi has 5 members: Satoshi Ohno, Sakurai Sho, Matsumoto Jun, Masaki Aiba and Ninomiya Kazunari. When I lived in Japan, I was an official member of their fanclub and even won the ticket lottery once to see them live in Sapporo Dome.
There is a lot of gear that goes with going to a boy band concert in Japan (or, really, even any pop star or group). Typical fan gear that you can buy at the venue may include uchiwa (non-folding handheld fan) with members' faces on them, bath towels, key rings, pencils, pens, custom light sticks, t-shirts. You name it, really.
These concerts (especially for the really big groups) tend to have a lot of fanfare - acrobatics, tricks, numerous costume changes, audience interaction and fireworks/light shows.
Armed with this knowledge, hopefully this dream won't completely confuse you -- though, to be fair, it is a dream and it IS weird.
Starts out that I am going to an Arashi concert in the U.S. with my friend, Nailz. Even though I feel like I'm "over" Japanese boy bands, I couldn't miss this opportunity to see them one last time. I promise Nailz and myself that I won't spend a lot on merchandise. Somehow, even though after much mental debate, I decide to only get the MatsuJun uchiwa and the group poster, I end up with four shopping bags full.
When it's time to find out seats, we know they'll be in the upper balcony, so we start hiking it up to the nosebleeds, bags of merchandise and all. At the third level balcony, Nailz starts looking for our seats, but I keep going. This isn't my first rodeo and I know that this show always begins with juniors (junior members of the talent agency who haven't debuted yet) will be dancing up at the very top and make their way down the aisles. It's my habit in these dreams to always be at the very top of the seating so that I can see the whole spectacle close-up and what is going on on the stage.
As predicted, the juniors come out with confetti and lots of lights. They dance down the aisles to the lower levels. This is when I decide that I need to use the bathroom. I start unbuckling my belt on the way because suddenly I have to go really badly, but when I get to the doorway, I just as suddenly don't have to go anymore. Could be because I heard the members entering the stage. I hurry back in, forgetting to buckle and zip up my jeans.
By this time, Nailz has found her way up to the top and is shaking her head about my disarray. I tell her that the top is really the best place to see the whole show. We sit down on slanting cement floor where you would think there would be seats. We're enjoying the show when a spotlight flashes past us and up to a few feet behind us and there is Aiba and Nino singing away.
As usual with these dreams, I am (of course) friends with "the guys". They give me a look to say hello and keep singing - which is good because at some point in the past so many minutes, without remembering it, I had started to change into a merchandise t-shirt and gotten disrupted. I am sitting there without a shirt on. No bra, either. Last thing I remember is crossing my arms so that I could hide my boobs.
/dream
Odd thing is that usually when I'm topless in a dream, I don't really care. Ha!
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