my dream

I have to write this down before I forget.  My dream last night was awesome — first, David Bowie came to my house after a concert and hung out and wrote and performed a song about me in my kitchen.  I recorded it on my camera but I kept pressing the wrong buttons so he kept getting frustrated.  Then, I was at this state fair or some event where you have to sit and wait for a while and by chance I sat next to President Obama and I was like “Oh, hi.”  And we talked about his iPod dock speakers and he asked me if the sunglasses he picked out for his daughters were cool and whether or not they would like them. Then we exchanged screen names and when I got home we IMed each other for a while.  Then my girlfriend turned on the radio and the Ting Tings ripped off one of my songs, ‘Spray your Brain.’  Then I woke up.