This week I've been dreaming… or rather having nightmares, indie nightmares.

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It all started about six months ago. As someone who rarely remembers his dreams, whenever I recall my nocturnal imaginings it's always a bit of out of the ordinary, however I'm starting to note a bit of a disturbing trend.

The only dreams I ever remember are actually weird nightmares about people in bands. OK, before I sound like an obsessive nut, they don't happen very often and no, thank you very much, they're not dirty or anything like that. However as I had a bit of another weird one this week while returning from the NME Awards USA, I've been persuaded to share my top three indie dreams/ nightmares in Blog form. So here goes.

NME News Editor's Top Three indie nightmares

At 3. Julian Casablancas is my flatmate. Dates from a few years ago, but I had a very vivid dream that The Strokes frontman moved into my London flat. However we proved the rock 'n' roll odd couple. He slept in all day while I was at work, then when I got home he made me stay up really late watching baseball with him. I have a vivid memory of the pair of sat in my front room, wearing baseball caps watching Channel 5 at three in the morning. Not so much a nightmare in the scary sense, but more frightening that I could dream about being a rock star's flatmate and it would be so boring. Sorry Julian…

At 2. Jamie Reynolds from Klaxons starring at me in my sleep. This was actually the latest one. I was on a flight back from LA after the awards on Monday and managed to get some sleep on the red-eye return flight. However in the midst of my slumber I awoke – at least I thought I was awake, it must have been the dream – to find Reynolds stood at the end of my row, staring at me intently. It was all a bit detox scene from 'Trainspotting', I couldn't focus so shut my eyes and when I woke up again 'There Will Be Blood' was playing on the in-flight movie. A premonition? If Air France could confirm whether a Mr J Reynolds was on the flight from LAX I would be very grateful…

At 1. Not only my ultimate indie nightmare, probably the worst nightmare I remember. I covered Africa Exprez for NME in March – the gig saw African musicians flown into Liverpool for a series of off the cuff collaborations with the likes of Franz Ferdinand, Damon Albarn and Hard-Fi – which meant staying up most of the night running around getting quotes and writing up reports for NME.COM and the paper. That meant I only managed to get two hours sleep, which ended abruptly with me dreaming that The Makers' Jon McClure was strangling me. This caused me to awake, possibly screaming, sitting bolt upright in my bed. I had in fact interviewed the Rev earlier in the night, so I'm assuming that inspired the dream, though I don't recall him being any more murderous than normal…

Ok, now it's your turn. Share you indie dreams/ nightmares below. They must be genuine, and the unexpectedly mundane the better - oh and no sexy time please, that's what fan fiction is for…