I had a really strange dream last night. Two guys I went to high school with, Greg Hardy and Michael Rabold, were in it…I’m not sure why since I haven’t seen them in a long time…
Anyway, so I was at a baseball game somewhere and all of a sudden I got SARS, so I went to the doctor that was at the stadium and he told me to walk it off. I went over to the water fountain and Greg came up and was like, “That looks like it hurts.” Then his dad drove up in a green car. So I walked back towards the stadium, because naturally the water fountain wasn’t near it, and Michael was sitting in a chair holding a rope that was hanging from the ceiling. He had to pull on the rope everytime Linkin Park finished playing a song because their usual guy wasn’t there to do it…
…so I wonder what part of my subconcious that all came from…
