[Kitsa]

The other night I had kind of an entertaining one. I usually watch my dreams happen like movies, I almost never participate, so it was fun to join in on this one. I worked (?) in this big, dark office building that was all bare concrete, like a parking garage. My job consisted of sitting in an office with the lead singer of some popular band...can't remember which, but it's not one I usually listen to...telling him why the song was good or bad. He seemed to value my opinion, but whenever groupies showed up I was expected to leave so that they could service him and the band.
So I was telling him that his music was easy to listen to, but not easy-listening (???), and some groupies showed up, and I got up automatically to go. I walked out, and there were all of these little starts of hornet nests about every 10 feet along the ceiling in little nooks and crannies. Everyone else was working, seemingly oblivious, even though I could see hornets crawling around in the nests. I was trying to draw peoples' attention to them, but they didn't seem to care. Finally, I called out, "Where is Amy?", looking around for someone I went to school with in elementary school. The girl stood up from behind a desk, someone I honestly haven't given any thought to in almost twenty years, a full adult version of what I remembered in school. For some reason, we got a large janitorial trash cart and we were pushing it down the hallway. After that, nothing more happened with the hornets.
The last thing I remember in the dream is stopping at the end of the hallway, where there was a water cooler. Some people were standing around talking, and someone ran up to report that Pat Benatar had been shot dead while on her way to a relative's funeral. Everyone looked at one another quietly for a moment, then someone said, "Well, they say love is a battlefield."