Had a rather hilarious MDF dream last night. Watain was playing again this year, and I felt like catching them in hopes that they would play a bunch of stuff from their first album. For some reason, Wrath and Sanguine of Averse Sefira were handling bass and guitar duties, respectfully; and the performance took place in a random bedroom. They launched into "On Horns Impaled", and all of a sudden the means of sound transmission became one of those little tape voice recorders that was naturally quiet as hell. So I picked it up and tried to adjust the volume and accidentally hit the "stop" button and freaked out because I was worried that I had interrupted their set. I hurriedly pushed "record" again and spoke into the mic asking if everything was fine, to which Wrath replied yes.
The set ended without issue, but then I realized that I had to run an errand to my high school for some reason (I contemplated going to visit an old teacher today, so it was on my mind); and I didn't realize that the trip back would take a really long time until I arrived at the school. There was also a fire at one of the outside stages (which magically looked like a playground set) while Watain was finishing up their bedroom performance as I leaned out the window from the bed I was viewing it all from, but it was put out almost instantly.
This is the first thing I'm telling the Averse Sefira dudes when I see them this year.