Avant garde, no?

So. Would you like to hear about the weirdest fucking dream I've ever had?

Okay! Strap yourselves in, Senors and Senoritas!

I am walking down the street of the town of my birth: Sunny Waz Vegas.

To be precise, I am walking down Albert St, past the Arts Centre... but when I get to where the pool is... it is like the town is changed a bit. There is a table and chairs there... and some sort of shopfront behind. My parents are sitting there, so I sit down with them.

Dad: "Son, we're very disappointed with you."
Me: "What are you talking about?"
Mum throws a copy of Muse's third album, Absolution, onto the table.
Mum: "I thought we raised you better than this."

I yelled something at them ("You can't tell me how to live my life," perhaps), jumped on my moped and sped off.

AT WHICH POINT I THANKFULLY WOKE UP BECAUSE MAY I SAY, WHAT THE HELL?

I must confess that I have never listened to a single song by Muse. Despite this, I have a preconcieved notion of what they might possibly sound like.

Based on this preconception, I don't like them: and have not liked them for some time.

Shame on you, Dream Cam, for upsetting my Dream Parents with your shitty taste in music.

Shame, Shame, Shame!

Navigation: First - Previous - Next - Last - Archive - Random