I can't find my dream journal!

NORMALLY, I have a dream journal for when I have crazy freaky dreams that are so vivid and drawn out, like a movie almost. I figure someday if I was good enough or inspired enough maybe I could write them into short stories or something. 
Last night's dream is getting hazy so I will write down what I remember. I believe I moved into this old house in Salt Lake City with a bunch of ruffians like myself. I was way more into the punk scene than I am in reality. The house was full of guys and girls and we would go across the street to listen to a band play. The band had an old house as well, but gutted it out to make a concert hall of sorts. There was a stage and plenty of room for people, plus rickety tables and chairs that look like old patio furniture. There were restrooms for everyone, and even a door man to charge for entry.
A lot of the dream was just hanging out with the people at the house and in the band. There was a part of the house on the second story where you could climb out the window and hang out on the roof. Super awesome pants!
This guy started hanging out with us for a while and have an active interest in me. He kind of gave me the creeps. He was a really big guy, like football player status. I was hanging out on the rooftop one night and he joined me. He was trying to put the moves on me and I wasn't interested so I left and started walking down the street. It was kind of just weeds and trees and the guy followed and tried to have sex with me. He pretty much beat the shit out of me, but I managed to hold him off until one of my neighbors heard and helped me. 
So the band turned out to be The Used before they blew up to the status they are now. Hell yes! They started working with my roommates on something that was like a rock opera of sorts, using parts of our lives in the story. They totally asked me to play a part, and it ended up being the main part! We had practiced for a while, and even though I didn't have the best voice ever, I still had a decent, clear sound, so it was really exciting! I had gone home or something, out of town, anyway, and decided I needed to revamp my look to fit the part better. I dyed my hair black on the bottom and fire engine red on the top. I showed up back in town and went straight to the house The Used was holding concerts in. I went in and the door man let me right in without charging me or anything; he just greeted me like we were old friends. 
I sat down to watch the band and we all smiled at each other. It was so awesome! I had been driving quite a bit before getting there so I went to use the restroom. Some girl had noticed the eye contact between the band and me and followed me into the restroom. This is basically where I woke up. I was trying to go back to sleep because I wanted to see what happened, but I guess the bathroom scene was reality because I had to pee in reality! 
The song The Used were starting to play at the end of the dream was "Take it Away" but for some reason when I woke up I had "Birthday" by the Beatles in my head. No idea why that happened!
So that's my dream. Creepy in places but fun at the same time.