I don't normally remember my dreams much, there are a few exceptions though, depending on how vivid and odd, particularly last night.

I had a dream I was heading down my local train station I knew all too well with Paul Stanley of the band KISS. I don't even like the band KISS that much but he was having fun and being so jolly and cool down the street I grew up in, like we're old friends we knew for years, heading down somewhere exiting, even though I'm 31 and he's in his 50s by now.

Let me remind you he was in his full gear, star-painted face and leather and everything. Anyway, we went down the station and got on the train together. We were sitting next to each other and I felt so awkward and embarrassed with him hitching a ride with me, since a lot of people couldn't help but gaze and stare at this glittery painted man with high-heeled boots. "Oh god, this is so embarrassing, why am I with this guy" I was thinking, yet he was loving the attention, greeting people, continually talking to me, even selfies with a few people.

Our stop ended at a popular station in London, I don't remember if I got off with him or he got off and waved goodbye with me. It's probably linked to a concert he is playing one last time with the rest of the band.

Anyway, even though I am not a KISS fan, it was nice having me a really popular buddy to be with.