I dreamt I was at a Pink Floyd show in Szczecin. The venue was an indoor swimming pool shaped like an ancient, Greek amphitheater complex. We had shitty seats, and the sound was terrible. It was so terrible, that the show was canceled halfway, after Waters left the stage, cursing. Next thing i found myself eating burgers at a plastic table next to a burger van, alongside Waters and Brian May who had shown up inexplicably. We were taking turns, listening from a walkman to a supposedly unreleased album by Jim Morrison, that May had brought with him. All of us agreed that it was rather unremarkable.