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Originally Posted by Ditchy McAbandonpants
need some counselling, I think.  |
No, you don't. Your dreams are hilarious.
A few weeks ago, I dreamt that I went to a Muse concert. Halfway through the first song, however, things went bezerk; the lighting and pyrotechnics exploded, brawls ensued and all of the band members vanished. I left the venue and went back home -- and I see Matt Bellamy(singer and lead member) waiting in the front garden. We suddenly interact with each other as if we were familiar friends. We decide to go to the supermarket, eat from cereal boxes without paying for them, get scolded harshly by an angry-looking ghost of Ginny Weasley, and then she decides to join us as we head back to the concert venue. This time, we have backstage VIP passes to U2, whom for some reason were doing covers of Ricky Martin songs. I woke up shortly afterwards.
IMO, the really strange part was that it had absolutely nothing to do with Frankie or Goofball... in real life, I can't think about concerts without thinking about that episode...
