I'm going to Wembley in September and I had this dream a few nights ago - Me and my friends are in the crowd and for some odd reason everyone's dressed up in superhero costumes (?) And then all of a sudden this random dude comes along dressed up as superman and pulls us to the very front of the crowd, where we sit down on these wooden chairs I look up at the stage and Matt's just stood there looking reeeeally miserable, and the band aren't playing. So I turn around and the stadium's completely EMPTY apart from me and my friends. And then Matt goes "Well we're not gonna play to five fucking people" and storms off stage! I also had this short (and very strange) dream - I walk out of my house and to the end of my driveway. Then I see Matt walking up the hill towards me. When he gets to where I'm stood he's like "Hi it's great to meet you!" and he gives me a hug. And then I notice that he's about 3 inches taller than me so I say "Hey Matt, you're not s'posed to be taller than me!" (I'm 5'7'', like he is apparently) and then I invite him into my house for some FRUIT SALAD ( ) When we get in my kitchen I turn around and he's disappeared, but a heap of dust and the clothes he was wearing are on the floor! NOOO! Everytime I listen to USoE and Matt sings the line "Our ancient heroes, they are TURNING TO DUST!" It reminds me of my dream. Dreams are such strange things.