Chris was leaning out in the crowd right near me, I was way at the back of the room which wasn't that large, and he came back there and then laid down on his back on a slightly raised stage. A lot of people were taking pictures. I remember thinking, 'this is the best moment of my life, holy sh*t' and that he was speaking pure wisdom to us about world and inner peace, and love and passion. I remember he was wearing a dark shirt with the Flower of Life rainbow design on one side, and he seems exhausted from his performance. Also, I had thought about how strange it was that the music was so quiet, and that it should be very loud at a concert (nearly lucid here!). Then in another dream, I was running around a place that had a feel like the Lakeville area art center. I was looking for something, and there was a sense of danger or urgency. The floor was soft and a velvet red color, and the place was dim lit with stairs like mine in which you can see through each step.