// Dream Bono’s a Dick//

I hope I’m not paranoid, but I just had a nightmare that the U2 concert was cancelled.  I was the last to know so I went to the venue (which was at some university apparently) and saw Bono and The Edge at a dining hall.  I knocked on the door and they reluctantly let me inside.  After talking to them for a few short minutes, it was clearly evident that they didn’t want to give me the time of day, so I left thinking that I was intruding.  However, I felt as if I’ve been cheated since I waited so long to see them, I figured a little more attention and gratitude was due for my loyalty.  At that point, I didn’t care if they played, just maybe thirty minutes of sharing road stories and friendly banter.

The next day, I waited outside the dining hall for them.  For some reason, the bell rung (this sounds like a high school now) and the students let out.  I saw Adam Clayton and Larry Mullen Jr. walking down towards what appeared to be a tour plane.  The students didn’t seem to notice that half the members of U2 were walking at their university.  I let them pass because I wanted to talk to Bono.  A couple more students let out and finally Bono and The Edge were walking towards the plane.  I gave them a friendly hello, to which Bono took me to the side of a narrow hallway so that no one would notice him and cause a mob of fanatics.  

I began to state my case saying that I appreciate their time last night.  I approached the situation as that of a humble peasant going up to the king, who is hoisted by strong men on a carriage, and singing his praise to later be brushed off by being given a shackle for my devotion.  I stated that although I appreciated their time, Adam and Larry were somewhere asleep and I only got a few minutes of interaction.  I then told him that if I was doing a comedy set and I was getting paid for an hour and I do less time, I would get money deducted from me as a result.  Barely talking to half of U2 wasn’t enough for me, I felt entitled for the complete experience.  He then reaches in his pocket and starts thumbing through his wad of money.  I tell him that I’m not asking for his money just a little more respect for his fans. He puts what appears to be fifteen dollars in my pocket and boards his plane.  Upon leaving, they’re final “FU” was releasing a giant squid balloon and having it get stuck on a giant tree making it extremely difficult to get off.  

I hope this doesn’t come true.