That one thing that never happened. Remember?

I got there around 6:30. I walked, in my sandals. MY sandals, which are missing. I don't know where they are. Anyways, I got there at 6:30, no make-up. I'm wearing a pink or sparkly red knee-length dress with probably 1 1/2" shoulder straps. I've got my sunglasses, a strawberry wig that won't come off for anything, and a $3 headband.
I call up Brittany. "I'm nasty." My puppy is in his favorite spot. They think it's a mink or something, but I jerk my shoulders and he runs off to get some pussy. So I drink some lemonade or whatever, talk to all the girls and totally ignore my guy friends. Me and Lisa laugh it up hardcore. I can't talk like a girl yet, so mostly I just laugh. Jack White and Co. push me into the bathroom and make me down my first dose. Shit.
So, hours of dancing, showing off my bunny ass. Eventually they get me up onstage, I do "It's only Rock and Roll". They won't let me down. Oh yeah? Watch me. I'm crowd-surfing and no one dares reach up my skirt. I keep dancing, tell the dicks to back off (that's your cue to leave boys) do a handspring cartwheel into the arms of the dude from Blue October, and he gives me my second dose. Whew.
Laneya, you've worked enough. Gimme those skates.
Finally Mick shows up. Beat it girls. I jump into his arms and he carries me onstage. Oh Mick, it's too much to tell you about. It already happened. FUck you.

 

That was one of the strangest things I've read in recent days.

 

This is a strange dream indeed. I've read of stranger dreams though.