If you hate dream posts, skip this one.
Last night I dreamt that I was waiting backstage at a Rolling Stones concert. Well, I was more offstage, outside the Stones’ dressing room. I was waiting there with my jr. high best friend Jenni. I’m not quite sure what I was waiting for. I think I wanted to talk to Mick or Keith to ask them to play “Faraway Eyes.”
The concert was at some gothic castle in a city that was supposed to be Minneapolis. The door to the dressing room kept popping open and someone would go in or leave. At one point Jenni just marched right in and returned some time later to talk about how rad the Stones were.
At this point I decided I was just going to leave because I really didn’t need to see the Rolling Stones. Before I left I stopped to go to the bathroom. As I was leaving the stall, I bumped into Keith Richards and he gave me a pan of brownies.
Then I woke up because I really had to go to the bathroom, and I was singing “Shattered.”
