Last night I had this weird dream about the Plastic Constellations, where they were still in high school and friends with my brother, and I dropped the bro off at the band's house for a birthday party and hung around for a bit.  Not as weird as my dream about the Animal Collective, where I got on stage with them thinking I could play bass (I thought wrong).

This reminds me of that Built to Spill lyric, "no one cares what you dreamt about/ unless you dreamt about them."  So, uh, you were all in it too.