The first that pops to memory was of a concert. The band was a strange amalgam of Cats Laughing, The Tim Malloys and Tramps & Hawkers. They had many special guests including
Another dream had me writing a song for cats. Lots of cats. Like dozens of cats. There was some kind of time pressure in writing this song for without it, something bad would happend to the cats. Of course, when I'd finished, the cats revealed that, now that I had saved them, they would be eating me. I tried to stave this off by offering to write them another song, but they were pretty persistent. I next tried to point out that like Einstein's cats (because I think I couldn't spell Schrodinger in my dream) they didn't really exist until the song was sung, but were trapped in a quantum state of non-being. They didn't buy that either. I woke up before they actually started chewing on me.
In yet another dream, I was hanging out with