Dream about weirdest goth concert of my life

Sooo... Well, lets start by talking about Ulistov, a great guy that I hope appears in more of my dreams. I find that this Ulistov guy is going to give a concert in my town. I'm so excited for it, so I start researching about Ulistov on the Internet. I learn that he has the "cocopoco syndrome", being the syndrome characteristics: -mild mental retardation -extreme intelligence -great craftsmanship in firearms making -they can't be under the sun, because they start dancing and can't walk. -only can see one hour at a day, being blind the rest of the time -only ones with the syndrome: Ulistov and his girlfriend, Ulistova. So, thrilling about the concert, I go to the place. The place: A derelict industrial warehouse, in the middle of nowhere. "Let's go, this will amazing" The crowd is about four people (including me). Then, our beloved Ulistov, shows in: A kind of goth rocker, pale as chalk, insanely fat on his lower side and, at the same time, sickly skinny on his upper, with a really big nose, one eye bigger (almost popping out) than the other, and dreadlocks. PS: he walks like RoboCop. The he says: -you two, you have glasses, so i assume you are some sort of intellectuals. Go outside and plug the wires on that streetlight, so we can have free electricity. The "intellectuals" go to make their wire thing, and I see two scientists, with withe robes, of course, plugging the wires of Ulistov's synthesiser. One of them is making a cross stitch pattern with the wire and says: -I promised my grandma that I always would cross stitch with the wires. The concert starts. Here we go, ladies and gentlemen!!! Ulistov, starts playing his "instrument", wich is a doorbell, attached to an amplifier, and goes "dingg, dingg, dingg!!!" For several minutes, and that's it; no more no less! All the crow is screaming of pure madness: -Wow, what a blast!!! -Best day of my life!!! I go home and find my mom crying. -don't cry, mom!! I was in the greatest concert of history! And tomorrow, I will go to another one, of a overweighted french guy that makes Elvis covers, making the music out of squished worms that he pulls from his pocket, instead of using instruments!!

NEXT DAY: THE SHIT BUILDING SITUATION

Let's go to see this obese french lad!!! So I go to the said warehouse and, then, I see a giant brown skyscraper. -Let's start climbing that before the concert! So I climb and, when I'm up, i see a note: "This building is made of human excrement" -Oh, boy, that's pure magic, wait... Another building, and it's red! I need to be there ASAP! When I'm on the red building, I find another note: "This building is made of blood from involuntary donors" -Well, that's pretty good, but now I can't go down without hurting myself from the fall! I start removing all my clothes and tossing it to the ground, so it can fall upon it, making the landing less violent. And now, these arabic looking guys appear, crawling on the floor like snails, with sleeping bags attached to their backs. -You woke us up by tossing things on the floor, man! But don't panic, we will help you with the descent, a I will make you a tea. One of the arabs put a mat on the floor, and a teapot. The other one, grabs a cushion and, while holding it above his head, he starts dancing and says: -jump, boy!!! Trust my cushion!! And both arabs sing some kind of traditional song while I jump. And I wake up.

Note: some people says that you can't read in the dreams, but I always can, I don't know why (perhaps because I read and write a lot?) Sorry if I made some mistakes. English is not my native language, and I learned it by myself.