So in our dream last night, the overhead, old-school microphone kept going, um, limp. It wouldn't stay in place, and although our voice was butter, the microphone kept moving away from us. The band had to stop midway through the first song, and it took forever to get the microphone to just be a microphone.
Then we rocked out to much applause, but still. We used to have nightmares about not getting on stage, and now when we have dreams complete with *needing* to be up there, well, the microphone goes all limp bizkit.
HEY! Remember the Limp Bizkit? You totally rocked out to "Nookie." Don't deny it.
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