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Okay, first, let me preview you. I was at a party thrown by a friend of mine, and the two of us ventured to the bottom of a bottle of Kaluah, Gin and some manky peach schnapps, and as the night grew into the dawn, I was given the pleasure of passing out in a tent with some of my friends. As I tossed and turned my fully clothed, cramped sleep with a queasy stomach full of Kaluah and manky schnapps, I encountered the most bizarre, yet beutiful dream I've ever had.
I pushed my way out of the sweaty mosh pit, feeling slightly dissapointed and yet satisfied at the same time. A friend of mine was hosting a punk show at his house, in his garage, and apparently, Korn was supposed to play there. I stood outside behind his sheet metal garage, on a gravel drive in the dark. Behind me was a thick bush. Under the light of a buzzing security light, My friend, who was a large guy, wearing a backwards baseball hat. He couldn't have been any older than 16. He told me that Korn was inside, waiting for their set. Gesturing towards the door with his thumb, he said I could go in and talk to them if I wanted. Anybody could. The double doors swung open to reveal a white room, bedecked with horrible, yellow, orange and olive green couches and armchairs. Several rolls of old carpeting were slumped against the wall, and a few people milled around, but, slouched in the gaudy living room furnature were the members of Korn. All by their lonesome. Jonathan Davis had ratty dredlocks right down to his waist, and these strange stretchings in his lower lip, which looked just like nipple stretchings. I wandered over, and slipped into Jonathan Davis'es lap. I grinned. It felt like I was finally at home. I'd never felt so comfortable before. I began to tell the band about how I couldn't go snowboarding without listening to their music. They seemed to listen with earnest, but had something else on their mind. They grin at me, leering, almost. Jonathan stands up, still holding me, like someone carrying their small child around. We walk around the room, and I tell him everything that comes to mind, about how I like them, that they're on this web page......then, suddenly, he bursts out laughing, and tosses me up in the air! I sail across the room, and land in the arms of Munky, who laughs as well, and throws me across the room to Head...I make my was through the entire band, flying and laughing, like some kind of bizzare game of volleyball. Suddenly, I land in a seat at a huge, decrepid old movie theatre. One of those anchient ones with the balconys. A blond woman is working there, expecting me to tip her. I go to drop some change into the cup holders attached to the back of the seat in front of me, and I notice that it's full of garbage. Discusting garbage with cockroaches and luminescent blue bugs. The science lab is held in this theatre. My friends are there, trying to dissect these blue bug's eggs. I look at them on the microscope slide, but the bugs had already eaten their own eggs. I could see the tiny things inside the bug's stomachs. Having nothing to dissect any more, we decide to just dissect our friend christine. In order to cut her up, she'd have to kill herself first. Christine said she wouldn't let us dissect her unless I was the one to slit her wrists. I tried to, but I just couldn't do it, so, christine took the scalple from me and dug it into her forearm. (This may sound a bit sick, but, beleive me, in the dream, we were all looking at it like a funny thing.)
Suddenly, I was walking down a balcony in a hideously ugly mall with my friend, Andria. It was a horrendus beige and rose pink colour, and had these large, beige pillars going up to the ceiling, which was made up of large skylights. We walked up to a pillar bedecked with an ad for a punk show. Me and Andria really like going to these shows together, so we went up to the sign and read what was on it. the ad was the size of a poster, and a dark purple colour with black lettering. It adveratized what seemed like hundreds of bands. I pulled it off the pillar read it easier. It said that Korn was playing! I exitedly told Andria what it said, and we promised to attend. I had just met Korn, and now I was going to see them live. The concert was for the next day!
Then, I woke up, as a couple of our male friends barged into the tent with the light of dawn, rousing us from our crusty, alchahol induced sleep. As we made plans to attend a baseball game that afternoon, The thought came to me, "I can't go, I have to go to a concert tonight with Andria!" Then, I realized, it was a dream, and I was sad.
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