My Dream.

This is the dream I had last night.

It starts out with me getting a Big Mac meal from McDonald's. All of a sudden I'm at an Interpol concert, but it's being held in a mall, on the top floor of a Sears, in a storage room at the back. I'm there with a few people I know, but who I don't see often and never go to concerts with. Lead singer Paul Banks, sits down on the stage right in front of me and since the stage is only about half a foot off the ground, he's really close. Instead of an opening act, Philip Seymour Hoffman does stand-up and he totally bombs. Not only is he dressed like Malcolm McDowell in A Clockwork Orange, but his set goes on seemingly forever. I still haven't eaten my Big Mac meal, but instead I've inexplicably left it at the back of the room, on a table. While I'm sitting through the never ending opening act, I reflect on this.

At some point, I get up and go for a walk. Many other things happen, none of which I can remember, but when I get back to the mall, I'm wearing only boxers and a white t-shirt. I make my way back to the concert, trying to avoid peoples' stares. I'm almost to the Sears, when I'm stopped by the mall manager. He's wearing a $3000 black pin-stripe suit with a blood red shirt and black tie, flanked by 4 personal assistants and a couple of bodyguards. He takes one look at me and tells the bodyguards to escort me out of the mall, but to do it through the basement. We get to the elevator and I beg them to let me get my clothes, which I've apparently left at the concert. One of them allows it and I get back and put my clothes back on, sit down and listen to Interpol play.

WTF?