Last night I dreamed I was working for MTV in the 90s. I was at a special employee-only concert watching some bands and having a casual chat with Michael Stipe from R.E.M. After a while, I got a bit bored. The MTV people wanted to prank Michael and he wasn't having it and neither was I. Assholes. Working here is great, but I'm getting tired of it, I thought. So then I stepped outside for some fresh air.
Suddenly I was in my childhood home in Puerto Rico when I saw a small capuchin monkey drive by in a little toy car. He jumped out of it and jumped on my shoulder.
I didn't care whose it was. I decided he would be mine. And he was happy about this so I gave him a kiss.
And that was my dream. I swear I don't do any drugs.
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