Only vague recollections of recent dreams but here goes:
1 - I was waiting on the balcony above a large atrium of a monumental building - akin to the modern wing of the National Gallery. A bunch of others were waiting with me - they looked like paparazzi, and all of us were attempting to be nonchalant and ignored each other. One of the other people up there was Nick Cave. Then our target arrived in the atrium below. He was a large muscular but puffy skinhead. He was pontificating below, and at some point there was also a sexual display with two guys going down on him.
2 - One morning, I awoke from my dream saying "But I don't like Neil Young."