Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

I had a crazy dream last night where I went to see Bob Dylan play in a high school gymnasium. The bleachers had been pulled in and stairs with ascending platforms had been build right in front of the stage, and plastic chairs lined up on the platforms. I sat in the very last row, my head almost touching the ceiling. Everybody except me, including the person I had come with, were dressed as goths. But in the dream it seemed perfectly normal that Bob Dylan had a large goth following.

For some reason there were like 17 opening acts. I never got to see Bob Dylan. I walked out when a guy wearing mustard on his shirt, singing about mustard, started handing out packets of mustard as if they were exciting party favors. All the goth kids seemed very excited about the mustard.

When I walked out I went over to concessions and Chris from Barcode was working. In fact, concessions was colored and lit just like Barcode. He pointed to me, said, “Jack and Diet?” and then went to work getting it for me. When he came back with the drink, I asked him what he was doing here. He looked at me like I was crazy, that it was the most normal thing in the would for him to be serving alcohol in a high school where Bob Dylan is putting on a show for goth kids. He told me then that he was cutting me off, that I clearly had consumed too much. I protested that I hadn't had a drink yet, that this was my first one, but then I started to get really dizzy. As I fell, Zach appeared from nowhere and caught me, and laid me gently on the ground. He felt my forehead and told me everything was gonna be okay.

Then I blacked out. Then I woke up. It took me a whole 10 minutes of being awake to sort out that it had been a dream and not a memory of last night.