Last night I dreamed that someone threw me a very large birthday party, somewhere off the Coast and in this huge wooden area. I ran around climbing trees like a monkey and left my Blackberry up there. Meanwhile, everyone I know (and then some) were wandering around, someone hands me my phone from the tree and I have 30 missed calls from people that can't find the party and need directions. All of those people are "friends" from Facebook that I haven't seen in years. Someone invited the band Incubus to play, so I go over to say hello to the guys and ask them where they're going to setup, etc. We all end up wandering behind the stage and find a large warehouse filled with marshmallows and assorted warehouse equipment. The guys (and their groupies) start chasing each other around driving those pallet movers. Left them there to play and go have a fabulous time in the woods with hundreds of people I don't know. The band comes back just at dawn and says they're sorry they didn't play last night, but they've written a song about me and it will be on their next album.
Boosh.
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