I recently scored GA tickets to U2 at Rice Eccles Stadium in June and needless to say I am pretty excited. One of my friend's who is going with me pointed me to a blog post by a guy that has done U2 GA many times talking about the fun and the what-to and what-not-to's of the U2 Ga experience. Well this did nothing more than make me even more antsy to go. Anyway so in light of some of the excitement, I had a dream the other night about the concert (actually interestingly, I actually had another dream since then about the concert but it was not the main focus of the dream, I woke up realizing I was late for the concert was all).
I'm going to put down as much as I can remember about the dream. It started with the camp out. Except this campout was basically me and another friend trying to find the end of the line. There were a bunch of people around that night and we were waiting outside with a group before we realized they were all there to perform like a marching band routine or something. So we figured that out and left and entered the stadium where people were already being let in. It was a little different though. The stadium was HUGE! And like at least 70% of it was not being used for the concert. So we actually got into the stadium without showing our tickets and we joined the rush for the GA line which was off near the field. My other friends (who I am actually going to the concert with) were already inside because they had figured out where to camp so I was trying to hurry with the guy I had camped with to get in and find the other guys. So we're walking with the crowd to the GA line and we're passing like all these concession places and people just kind of hanging out and partying and suddenly my friend says, "so where are we supposed to buy tickets at." I look at him incredulously and I'm like you don't have a ticket? see ya buddy. But the weird thing is he actually does have a ticket but its not a GA ticket its a stadium seat so I'm like, well maybe they'll let you in with that or they might be able to upgrade you (strange how I am able to go from pessimism to optimism so seamlessly in my sleep). As we're walking my friend asks me where the stage is and I look out through the empty seats in the section we are currently in and in the distance I can see the 360 stage and tons of people already cheering and I'm like "there it is!"
So we get to the GA line and the ticket guy looks at me and is like, "Hey! Dyan Brown!" Dyan Brown is one of my cousins. So I'm like what are you talking about? And he's like I know your cousin. And I'm like oh yeah and I somehow remember having met him sometime. So he's like sweet good to see you dude and let's me and my friend pass. But my friend's all like honest and is like I don't have a GA ticket, instead of just going in. So at this point I'm like whatever dude you were too dumb to get a ticket and when you get in for free you go all honest so I'll see ya later.
So I ditch him and I go up this ramp that goes into the security station. But there's not really a big line. There's a bunch of people off to the sides all waiting to get in but they're waiting apparently for me and other people with GA tickets. So I walk up straight to the security people and they have me step aside to one of these booths where there are two concierge-like ladies waiting for me. So they're like welcome to the concert sir and they start treating me like a VIP. "Would you like some bags for your shoes in case it rains so they don't get wet?" "How would you like a new hat." So I get a new free U2 hat. Then for some reason I'm wearing a coat even though its summer and I've got tons of junk in my pockets so that it won't zip up so they offer me a silken sash to keep my coat closed. Then, they have like this duffel bag just full of goodies and fun packages and stuff so the one lady pulls one out and is like "how would you like this package" and its got like a bunch of toys and a stuffed animal in it and I'm like sure. So then I'm just standing there enjoying this treatment and I am watching other people around who all seem to be used to this and one guy is off using a punching bag like he's at the gym like this happens everyday and stuff.
Interestingly enough the dream ends there. I never actually get to see U2 in the dream. But, seeing U2 isn't what made the dream special (obviously) but it was the awesome anticipation and the awesome treatment I got. In the dreamstate, I couldn't have cared less if I ever got into the pit or even saw the concert because I was enjoying being pampered so much by the "security ladies". Anyway, it goes to show how the anticipation of something is often more enjoyable than the actual receiving.
