Whoa, alright, this one was crazy. I've been having weird dreams lately. The begining is a bit fuzzy, but the rest of it isn't which is odd. I got kicked to the street, no more college, no more family, my only possesions were my huge bum series of coats. But I hear music, so I head torwards it. Who could it be? Oh, of course, it's John Myung and the dream theater guitarist (I don't know who any of them are or what they look like except John Myung... but it was them). John's playing a crazy rhythm of a 4 string fretless, then it's time for the bass solo. He tears it up and I do my "ska kid" dance because it was so great. (First dream I've ever had with a bass solo... odd). So they think I'm cool and invite me to a parking lot, fancy. So when I get there, they are rocking out to "Another Day" (The only dream theater song I know). Then we talk for a while, then we get into a snowball fight. When I got hit in the head, I pretended like it killed me and just collapsed. Then every single member of dream theater belted me with snowballs, so I passed out. When I woke up, I was in the keyboard player's apartment. He told me I had passed out for a whole month, so I was hungry. We ate some taco bell and the landlord of his apartment delivered us some tacos because it was taco day. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that somewhere, dream theater had captured a man and had him in a tank slowly filling with water and he would drown unless he revealed the secret password that would activate the armageddon machine. The keyboard player's girlfriend kept trying to convince him to let him go, and stop trying to take over the world, I didn't really want the end of the world, but didn't try to stop him. But he kept talking to his prisoner on the phone. Which reminded me, I needed to call my girlfriend. But her phone had been discontinued, so I had no idea to get into contact with her, and she was my last contact with anyone who I really knew. So I freaked out. I started breaking **** in the apartment, and the girlfriend was like, what the **** is wrong with you. And I was like, "Something needs to change, this all needs to change, bring on arma mother ****ing geddon." And continued trashing this guy's place. Then I knocked over his keyboard and tripped and landed on an awful sounding chord. Then I calmly sat up and started playing a beautiful piece (in D minor?!... maybe I wasn't paying attention) and all of a sudden one of the kids my mom babysits came over and sat down and watched me. Then all of the kids came over and watched me... silently. And it's odd because they never shut up in the real world. But a group of about 7 kids sat there and watched me play keyboard until... I woke up. Any interpretations?