Last night I had a dream that I was HANGING OUT WITH CONOR OBERST. Obviously this was as big a deal in my dream as it would be in real life.
I played it cool the entire time. I nodded and shrugged and smiled and didn't act like a shaking, starstruck fan who asked him questions like, "Why are you so brilliant?" or "Can you shake my hand so I can have some of your magical powers?"
The best part of my dream was when Conor handed me a can of soda. 7Up, to be exact. Flavor: Nickelodeon Slime. Yeah. Not even kidding.
What a great start to what is bound to be a busy day. I mean, you can't just dream about a GENIUS and not carry that around in your shoes for awhile.
P.S. Conor's new album, "Upside Down Mountain," is coming out soon! I cannot wait, people. I absolutely cannot wait.
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