so the other night my brain tells me I read this message board too much.
shits real. What Freud would say about my dreams, I'm afraid to ask.
So I'm driving to Coachella. Except I'm not driving to the desert, I'm driving to friggin Northridge (valley in LA for those not in the know). I park and quickly scan a scant camp ground set up. I remember seeing a billboard for Coachella 2009 only it was two days, Saturday and Sunday. Day one headliner was Steely Dan, Day 2 Headliner was Prodigy.
So I walk in to this Coachella and it's a huge warehouse. it's pretty empty, easy to walk up front. As soon as I enter Steely Dan takes the stage. I gotta give my brain credit, for never seeing Steely Dan live, my Steely Dan dream was very entertaining. Those guys were sounding great, and I was having a great time. All of a sudden, swear to christ, Britney Spears emerges on another stage on the far other side of the warehouse. She starts dancing and singing along with Steely Dan. After a short time, none other than Erykah Badu, looking and sounding beautiful comes out and jams with Steely and Britney.
Next thing I remember I'm walking down the side walk with a snow cone and I get jumped by some gang members. Everything after that gets blurry. I think I decapitated one of the guys that jumped me with piano wire and i think there was something involving breaking into an apartment building and/or masturbating but thats where it all got hazy.
so yea, Steely Dan and Prodigy...maybe


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