Last night I had a dream that I was watching a Green Day concert. There was a large bell on the stage and Billie Joe jokingly was like “haha ok who knows how to play a bell?” (Since he often brings fans onstage to play guitar) and the crowd, small, since it was a small venue, started yelling and such. Billie walked around towards the crowd trying to find the person to play the bell. He got to me and I jokingly remarked, “I’d be good at it. I played percussion in middle school so I know how to hit a bell once and not do anything else for the rest of the concert.” And Billie, amused by this, said, “That’s hilarious get your ass up here.”
And thus I did get my ass up there and made my way to the bell. It was attached to the ground, and was operated by a petal, much like a drum. After a few moments of being hyped up by the band and crowd I went to step on the peddle...
I ran up, raised my foot... and!
Missed the goddamn petal!
I had thoroughly embarrassed myself in front of at least 100 people AND Billie Joe Armstrong. I wanted to try again but it was too late. My legacy had been cemented into history as the person that f***ed up ringing a bell onstage at a Green Day concert.
My dream continued, but it wasn’t as interesting as this specific part. I will take this vision as an omen and a warning to not get so cocky in my ability to do things that I see as simple.