I had a dream about Mats last night! Or, at least he was in it. It was really a dream about being called into my last job for some weird temporary assignment, and it was really stressful. Somehow in the course of my duties I met up with Mats (whom I recognized from his photos) to interview him. He had come all the way to Seattle to crash a convention of music reviewers for some reason, and we talked about music for a long time. I kept almost saying "Hey, it's me! Bábóg from the board!," but never did, not sure why. Then he gave me a bunch of prints of artwork he had done, mostly paintings of Native Americans from the NW(?) which he signed with his real name, then crumpled up before giving them to me. Apparently this was to prevent people from easily being able to make reproductions from them, and to help identify fraudulent prints if they weren't crumpled the right way. The rest of the dream consisted mostly of various very non-metal friends of mine randomly showing up to metal shows after really embarrassing attempts at dressing appropriately.
I'm not sleeping well, what with the bed bugs and the trippy antihistamines.