I had gone up to NYC (unchaperoned, I might add!) to Bowie's summer blowout at Madison Square Gardens. They let us all in fairly early in the afternoon. I had a general admission ticket and ended up rushing my way to front-center. Unfortunately, instead of being right up against the stage, or having that silly little barrier like at the Electric Factory, they had this enormous chain-link fence between us and the stage.

I was standing next to a bunch of girls around my age, and for some reason one of them and I started chatting. We became fast friends. Suddenly we remembered "Oh yeah, we still have to go take that nervousness test before the concert starts..."

The walls of the stadium were very odd. There was a ceiling, the balconies to either side, and the stage in front of us, but in those corners between the seats and the back wall of the stage, there were enormous openings to the outside. The concert hall was fairly empty, as it was still rather early in the evening, so this girl and I made our way outside to the right.

There was a curved building coming out of the one side of MSG, sort of like a smooth right triangle with the base at the top of the right side of the concert hall, coming down and seeming to disappear into the ground, though it was really curving the other direction, down the hill. I think it spiralled underground, actually. Like that museum in NYC where you view the artwork by going up a spiraled ramp, and then take the elevator down again, except backwards.

I said to my friend, "I wonder where David is right now..."

She pointed up to one of the large glass bay windows and said, "Oh, he's right there!"

I looked up and there he was, sitting at a small table in a brightly lit room (it was dusk then, and it seemed the room was almost like a giant fishtank, bursting with liquid orange light) with a person I suspect to be Reeves, talking intently and then glancing down to smile at us.

Instead of going left to the little hill where there were tables set up to take the test, we went into this building. There was a long hallway with doors spirling off to the left, shops on one side and large glass windows to the other side. We glanced into the first shop, the one that Bowie was in, and saw that it was a small cafe. He looked absolutely FANTASTIC! I think his hair was in the spikey-red Earthling style, but when I looked at it it glowed gold and red and silver and colours I've really never seen before. He looked at me, grinned and waved. I followed my friend into a posh pink bathroom down the hall, babbling "My God, that HAIR! That hair, he's GORGEOUS!!" like a stereotypical crazed fan.

We went back outside, glancing idly inside the cafe again, and looked at the crowd in the stadium. From the teems of rolling matter, we realized that we'd have a helluva time trying to get back to front center. But we still had to take that odd test... It was almost like the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire where we were standing, semi-muddy grassless dirt and empty spaces surrounded by forests. Daylight had burst back on us, crisp winter light. We danced around like idiots in front of the building and started screaming out comments, random babble like I usually do when I go out. I twirled around and dropped to the ground like I had been shot, or like I was drunk, and I looked up, and Bowie was grinning at me thru the window. I think he had heard my comments for some reason. I got up and started doing the Trent Reznor I'm Afraid of Americans gun thing, screaming out, "JOHNNY'S AN AMERICAN!" He grinned and laughed harder...

I woke up right then, because my cat jumped on me, but I kinda continued it in my half sleep. I won't go into that, though, because it's the overly cliched fan-wanders-into-place-where-star-is-and-meets-him-and-has-a-lovely-time story.

I'm not quite sure why this dream made such an impact on me, since I saw so little of him, but O, it was fantastic! The thing with the hair was what got me -- it's still so clear and unclear at the same time. It's been a few weeks now since this piece of subconscious "fluff" tumbled from my head, but it still grips me.

- Magienoire Torrent. '98