Gene Again ...

No sex this time though :)

I dreamed I had checked into a hotel, into a fairly nice room. Out the window was a sloping yard that declined down to an outdoor theatre. I was wearing one of those gauzy long nightgowns from the time of Bewitched or some show like that when they wore those things. I'd come to my window because I heard a crowd going nuts. I looked outside and KISS was on the stage, in a sort of tableau. Paul was wearing this garish tutu and was suspended in midair in a kind of hop and ballet move, the rest of the band was just frozen. It was as if they were waiting at that precise moment for me to look out the window because when I did they started to move again. I was watching the show and suddenly I saw the top of a head below my window. Then Gene poked his head up at the window. He was in makeup and smiling. I laughed and poked at him through the screen. Then I was in a dark part of the room, a second floor, and it was raining water down from the ceiling and I was panicing because it was something I did that caused the flooding and everything in the room was getting soaked. Then I woke because I had to go to the bathroom.