Dreams of Scottish People

Had a bad dream last night. Was at a gig and went to this hamburger stand to get food for the guys, but no one would take my order so I ended up just grabbing whatever was on the hot plate and it was a giant cake with white frosting. Brought it back to the venue only to find the show was over and Paul was sitting on the granite steps outside. So I sat near him and put my head on the shoulder, he said something to the effect of 'this sucks' and how bad things were, at which point Phil and Tonio and Andre drove past in a car. Finn was involved somewhere, I kept looking for him and couldn't find him. Pretty sure I was talking in my sleep again, but William didn't say anything about it.

Seems to be a pattern. I still remember that dream of Billy I had years ago when I put my head on his shoulder. A psychologist would have so much fun with me.