Thanks, brain?

I had a dream that I was exploring some hip area of Berkeley and looking for a place to get lunch, when Trent Reznor and his band showed up, in a steam-powered motorcar. He motioned for me to get on the car, then threw it in reverse and backed up the crowded street, swerving onto the sidewalk a bunch of times to avoid pedestrians.

He stopped at the top of a hill, next to a tiny, dirty looking Mexican restaurant.
Then me and him and the other musicians all got food on paper plates and sat in the grass.
I was like “I know I’m a guest and all, and this is probably Trent’s favorite restaurant, but damn this burrito looks gross.”

I tried a bite anyway and yeah it was way too oily and had pieces of toast in it for some reason and it fell apart in my hands.

So I got up and walked back down the hill, and there was Jeremy Hatch, hanging out in the doorway of another restaurant scatting to himself, like, “A-boop zoop zoopy de beep ba-bap do-wap”
So I had lunch with him instead :)

Hashtag: snacks before bed
Hashtag: goth lunch
Hashtag: Mexi-industrial complex

(That’s how hashtags work, right?)