I was in a forest or somewhere, and a guy was loose from jail to put on a concert. He wasn’t allowed to but they put off catching him until the concert was done anyway. It wasn’t a real concert, more like him doing some sort of art or craft and people watched. I found him too, and I noticed my left bicep was hurting. I looked and there was a cyst on my arm opened up and pushing out its contents.
I was also with the guy, and he was holding my hands and just looking at them while we chatted. It was nice and relaxing.
Conclusion: If you watch Dr. Pimple Popper before bed you might dream of cysts.