It’s so strange how I seem to have dreams about old obsessions. I mean. I still love Paul McCartney to bits, but I’m kind of moving in a Duran Duran sort of direction for the time being, so it’s strange that Paul would pop up in my dreams.

I was at some concert of his, in the auditorium of the community college I used to go to. Which is funny because that place doesn’t have nearly enough seats for a Paul McCartney concert. Lol. Anyway.

I was up on stage for something afterwards, like I’d won some contest where I got to meet Paul or something. After I shook his hand, I came back up and said that I’d never heard that arrangement of the last song he’d played at that it was very good.

He said thank you but it was a weird ‘I appreciate your comment but I’m really kind of busy’ impatient thank you.

Then, I guess the guy I sorta like was my ride home and I was telling him about it, but he was bitching that all they could see from the seats was two shadows, and was bitching about something else. A song or something. I really don’t remember what. So I remember feeling kind of taken aback by that.

Then we were at this house with this other person. We were all three in this room with two beds in it, and a towel rack. Someone spilled water on the floor, half on my foot. So I went to grab a towel.  The last thing I remember is drying my foot off, with the random person in the house was sitting on a bed staring at me, and the guy I kinda like was standing, but also looking down at my foot.

I have no idea where this shit comes from. I really don’t.