You gUYS I LITERALLY JUST HAD A SHAWN CONCERT DREAM AND ITS BASICALLY A TRIPPY ONESHOT i dreamt that for some reason my dad got tickets but it wasn’t a real show, it was extremely intimate (like 50 people tops) and i didnt even know i was going until that day. I remember pushing against the masses with my brother and running to the front row (we ended up getting to sit jn the front row) and for some reason in the dream, Shawn had like a little room to himself and it was right across out little corner so we were able to see him get in and out of the room before the show started (so i basically got access to his dressing room but i couldnt get in but for some reason in my head he was hot pressing t shirt prints not even his own merch just prints lmao im wildin)
And he played lil playlists and for SOME REASON UNBEKNOWNST TO GOD he likes the angus, thongs & perfect snogging soundtrack and he has a dog who’s a lil female pup and when he plays good songs she dances and he talks adoringly to her and he’s all like “oh, you like this song, don’t you?” while picking her up (ik he’s allergic but the man of my dreams is a dog kinda man)
And he sees me watching the lil moment and he blushes and looks down but notices me mouthing the words and he looks at me curiously. Then we exchange little moments (bc for some reason the show wasnt gonna be another hour or so and he was literally just chillin in our corner, by his own dressing room) (also he had a white bike? That he didn’t use? But it was propped up against the wall so?)
AND i dont remember much of the words i said to him but i remember me and my dumbass who couldnt contain her banter and had to subtly jokingly insult him AND I TOUCHED HIS ARM (TWICE) (altho for some reason he was a lil skinnier in my dream than in irl i hope all is good and he’s not losing unhealthy weight)
And then i take a toilet break bc my family being my family brought way too many snacks and then finished everything before the show even started. When i came back, my dad was asking me to help clean up the mess my siblings made and he was talking to shawn!!!
My dad: “don’t you get tired, what with tour and everything?”
Shawn: “yeah, but I always get so excited because my home is nothing compared to traveling everywhere and seeing the things each new place brings, especially here. I mean come on,” (i live in Indonesia and for some reason i just knew he was talking about Bali)
And while this is happening im cleaning the trash like a fucken modern day Cinderella ok wtf but its all good cuz my dad then helps me and shawn walks away a little bit but then turns around (im convinced he does this w everything) and asks “can I help you with that, guys?” And my dad says yes, obviously.
Im nervously apologizing for my siblings who eat like absolute horses and he’s all smiling and amused eyes and he’s like “nah, i totally get it.” while picking up Indonesian candy wrappers.
I also distinctly remember the nerves i got, i was so excited my heart actually hurt and it felt like it was a lil sea urchin (like a ball with spikes tryna stab at me from different directions all at once)
Then the show starts (before the show he gives his dog a bowl of water 😭) and the stage was literally only like 2 meters away from the front row it wasnt even a proper concert hall, it was just an indoor plaza. So obviously we could make eye contact while jamming but i didnt rlly try as much anymore bc i just wanted to enjoy it and stop passive aggressively trying to make Shawn Mendes fall in love w me lol . The show was hella short and the mic stopped at one point so he just screamed out w his guitar and i’ve never heard anything better, even in my sleep
So anywho the show ends and my dad is literally like “lets go. I’m hungry. We need to eat. Now.” And i was trying not to rip my hair out in frustration like UGH dad! I’m trying to linger here until Shawn realizes that he needs my number!! Hello?!
But my dad being my dad decided to be a total cockblock and usher me into the car. I strapped myself in the front seat and we drove to the minimart right next to the venue. At this point my dad’s ordering street food to go (Martabak, for those of u who are indonesian or who just wanted to know. Its delicious, look it up) and its taking a long time, obviously. By then the venue was clearing up and i could see families drive away in their cars. I remember kinda just melancholically resting my chin on my crossed arms that were propped up on the dashboard of the car, me looking out through the huge front window.
“Do you think Shawn digged me?” I sighed, asking my siblings. (Also apparently dream me only speaks in 90’s slang idek).
My lil brother, bless him, was all like “i don’t know, totally possible!!”
We went back to comfortable silence until my dad opens the door to hand me all the food. He takes his time and he’s lecturing me about not dropping it because apparently i’ve done so twice before (i’ve never dropped a single piece of martabak in my entire life) but his voice becomes background noise as i look up and see Shawn coming out of the lil mini market in a white hotel robe and slippers (as if he wasnt on the fucking side of a jakarta street jesus white people).
Im holding my breath as he passes by my car but i can tell he’s trying not to let the familiarity wash over his face as he recognizes my dad’s voice (who is still going on and on abt that time i dropped martabak, dont know why my subconscious thought this was important) and much to my dismay i see him continue to walk away so i look up at my dad from my seat and nod at him, focusing on the food so i dont ruin my dad’s only hope of me not dropping the damned thing.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, i see shawn’s head pop up beside my dad’s shoulder (he’s leaning, he’s a fucking giraffe compared to my asian self) and he’s got that searching look on his face and it makes him look kinda dumb but so so cute and i could see that his hair was real glossy, like Pantene commercial glossy, and that it was a chestnut brown (like the exact color of the sole dark brown crayon you would get back when we only bought a 24 crayon pack) and that his cheeks were a lil less rosy in the jakarta heat but his skin was hella white, esp for me who’s used to seeing asian or mixed kids, and he’s got a bit of texture around his cheeks, near his mouth and nose, a telltale sign of how young he actually is. His brown eyes (same color as mine, kinda gold in the light, but no actual gold flecks) find mine and he gives me that signature Nice smile (which was so much goofier in real life, well dream at least im so in LOVE) and he’s about to open his mouth and ask me for my number or twitter handle or insta acc or someTHING but i literally jolt awake bc someone is ringing the hotel room doorbell and im scrambling in the dark bc its still 6:00 am in Bali and i open the door to find none other than,,, my dAD. This man actually cockblocked me in real life!!!!!! I tell him that Shawn was just abt to ask me for my number and he ruined everything and mumbled grumpily while crawling back into bed.
Ok y'all, hope u liked that literal godly dream i just got, congrats if u’re still reading this. Im a psycho. Goodnight/morning :-)