Hangin' with Foo

Before last night, the weirdest dream I've ever had involving music stars was when Bono and John Cougar Mellencamp teamed up to burn my house down. Last night's dream might've topped it.



Not sure how it started other than I was hanging out with the Foo Fighters at my mom's house in Medford, NJ. Dave, Chris, Nate, Taylor and Pat. The whole band was out in full force, just shootin' the sh*t and having a good time. Out of nowhere, the band's instruments appeared and they started rockin' out in the living room. But then my dad complained about the noise. Which makes no sense. My parents are divorced, and in turn, my dad no longer lives at my mom's. So what the hell was he doing there and who does he think he is telling the Foo Fighters to keep it down?

So we all went into the basement and continued to rock out without worry of bothering my dad. Next thing I know, we're all on the boardwalk in Ocean City, NJ. No instruments. Just kind of hanging out and having a good time. Then Dave Grohl asks me if I can bum a cigarette off of someone for him. I say sure, but before I get off the bench I was on, he gets up himself and bums a cigarette off of someone. As Dave walks back to his seat, the guy who gave Dave the cigarette turns to his friends and says, "Was that Dave Grohl?"

Within seconds, a huge crowd builds around the band and me on the boardwalk. My friends Matt and Bob spot me and ask me how I got to hang out with the Foo Fighters. Suddenly, the band's instruments appear out of nowhere and it goes from day to night in seconds, with lights shining on the band. The crowd starts chanting and the band begins to play. Song of choice? ......... Green Day's "When I Come Around". Probably the strangest part of the dream. Foo Fighters choosing to play Green Day. Very odd but the crowd loved it and went wild.

Meanwhile, I forgot that I had left my brand new smartphone over by a table to charge and now realized it was probably stolen. After the Foos put on a hell of a performance and the crowd was gone, I ran back over to the table and my phone miraculously was still there. Dave saw how happy I was that I hadn't lost my phone and he high-fived me.

Then, the band and me continued to hang out for awhile, no mention of the craziness that just occurred.

Thank you, Foo Fighters, for not burning my house down like Bono and John Cougar Mellencamp did.

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