A dream from last night (4/17/2014)

I was in a stadium structure much like the American Airlines Center in Dallas. I was minding about my own business when I heard that a progressive metal band I admire called Dysrhythmia was playing in the stadium. From who or what I heard this from I can not recall. Instead of going to where the seats in the arena were, I followed down corridors that lead me to what appeared to be a kitchen. It was shoulder-to-shoulder crowded with people. Sitting on a bar stool next to a counter was Kevin Hufnagel playing guitar while Colin Marston was playing bass as he laid on a sort of cushion lounge chair. Their electric instruments were not plugged into anything nor were there any cabs and amplifiers anywhere in sight, yet it sounded as if the opposite were true. The sound from their playing permeated the room as if it were coming from everywhere at once. Jeff Eber, the band's drummer, was nowhere to be found. It was essentially a jam session in a kitchen with Kevin and Colin along with a ton of people watching among them.

When the duo concluded their playing, the kitchen began to clear out. I was eager to speak with Colin. I pushed through the exiting crowd in order to reach him. By the time I came around to the kitchen counter, no one  was left in the room but Colin and myself. I noticed that he crouched down near a small cupboard attached to the side of the counter just above the floor that he could fit through. He had somehow obtained an unrolled blue sleeping bag that was wrapped around his arm as he began to crawl feet-first into the cupboard.

Colin was laying on his back and nearly halfway inside the cupboard when I crouched down to one knee next to him and asked, "Hey Colin. I hope it isn't too much trouble, but do you think I could get a picture taken with you?"

Colin then turned his head to look up to me. He then followed up with his response:

"No."

There was no bitterness or resentment attached to the word. He didn't seem at all bothered. The response was plain, yet sincere. And with that he turned his head back to focus on fitting himself and his sleeping bag inside the cupboard. Once he had completely crawled inside the door was then shut. I stood up to my feet and felt a small feeling of disappointment, but that feeling quickly faded as I exited the kitchen to continue about my own business.