Bowie threw a 3rd show at the Electric Factory in Philly. Except it wasn't the EF, it was my old school's autotorium/gym, but a little more grey and with the metal barricade.There were only 7 or 8 people there, as he had announced it last minute. Round tables and chairs were set up in the back, but besides that, the room was empty.
Bowie et al came out on stage and shot into Moonage Daydream. Everyone else wandered around the back, but I jumped up front and started dancing like an idiot.
In the middle of the song, during Reeves' solo, I had sat down in the middle of the floor. Bowie threw down his guitar, jumped off stage, and sat about 3 feet from me. Coco Schwab came over and started to chat with him about something, though I couldn't hear what they said. Of course, I was watching them intently.
Suddenly, Bowie's eyes narrowed and he said a bit louder, "They all like my BALLS!"
I laughed my ass off, and when I awoke, I found that I really was laughing.
And that's one of my more true-to-life dreams ;)