42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

I’m dream that I go to an Ani DiFranco concert, and that somehow, I manage to make it in the very first row of standing people. The little folksinger somehow notices me at one point. I’m holding up a sign. I don’t know what it says.
But she says something between sets. Oh, I see new Melissa is here, she says to me.

In real life, I’ve been to … three Ani concerts? Not an inordinate amount. But perhaps I’ve gone to far more in my dreams, or I’m one of those crazy, noticeable fans that does the same thing every time.
I’m pleased that Ani has noticed me. But for some reason, I have to leave the concert for a while. It seems there’s an artist I don’t like in the middle, but Ani will be back.
So I go do something else, but realize later that I’ve spent too much time, and am probably missing the rest of the concert. I am bummed. Ani will know that I left.

In another part of my dream, I’m at what seems to be my old house on Barron Lake in Niles. I meet up with my friend John E. from Dowagiac, who is apparently doing a story there.
Ron Reagan, the former president’s son, is supposed to be there. I’m not impressed, and actually want to be elsewhere when Reagan’s entourage shows up at my former home. From a distance, I see people pile out of a car. I try to spot the one that must be Ron Reagan, but I see a short, very tubby man who doesn’t look like him at all. I think, oh, he must look a lot different in person.
There’s a pile of muck, and there are nasty bugs flying up from it. I swat at them. Trying to leave, the entourage arrives, and I try to make myself scarce, as I’m no longer a reporter, no longer live there, and don’t have any right or desire to be there.

I also dream that I’m shopping somehwere, which is probably where I end up instead of at the second half of Ani’s concert.
There are all these really cool, expensive shops. I go into one; they’re selling polished rocks and other small things. But the shop itself is very small, and I’m having difficulty finding the person running it.
I start looking around, and there’s a big ornate pool filled with fish. Investigating further, I go down some steps into this huge, Olympic-size, dark pool of fish. I have a polished rock in my pocket, and it falls out and skids near the pool. I want to pick it up, but it looks much like the rocks that are sold in the front of the store, and I don’t want anyone to think I’ve stolen it. Then I notice other polished rocks here and there that have been dropped, like a blue flat marble that I also have.
I’m investigating the pool of fish, and I’m scared as a man comes up behind me. He’s a tall, blond guy with a dark tan. Obviously the sort of person who knows he’s good looking, and arrogant as he begins talking to me. He talks about the exotic fish in there. But I’m just annoyed by his arrogance, even though I’m interested in the fish.