Dreaming of folk

I dreamt last night that I was shoved into the tiny room of a packed venue and told to curate a FFS for a festival. I hadn't booked any bands, I had to charge on the door despite everyone having wristbands and there was a ruddy giant bed in the middle of the room that everyone was having to walk around. No bands were there, and there was a disappointed elderly couple imploring me to put some bands on. 'Where are they?' they kept asking. I just remembered looking at my watch and sweating profusely.

Thank god I woke up.