I was on tour in an unnamed state. I had just driven my motor scooter, loaded with equipment, to the desert dunes. I was exploring the steep sandy slopes on foot. The sun shone inadequately through a haze of clouds. A show was canceled, so I spent my day walking along the ridges, admiring the landscape.
Luckily, I had another show scheduled the next evening. The performance was to be at a sort of coffee / ice cream shop. When I arrived, however, the place was closed for the day and yet another show was canceled. In spite of it being closed, there were about 60 people loitering outside, goofing off and having fun. Even though they weren’t expecting a performance (none of them knew who I was), I thought maybe I could just put on a show anyway. I found out that the door to the place was unlocked, and it would be extremely simple to go in and power up the PA system and put on a show for these people who looked so much like they would enjoy a show. But, of course, I’m not the type of person to do that without asking the owner of the equipment. So I spent the rest of the night trying to contact the owner, and never getting through. The people started to disperse, and it became obvious that I would not be able to pull this off.
Then I realized that I had left my saxophone in the previous town. So, after a long nap in a stranger’s house, I set off for the other town to get my saxophone.
This dream happened a couple of nights after an actual show in Glendale, CA was canceled.