Practicality

Last night I had a dream where I went to a john mayer concert, and got to go backstage to see him afterwards. I was so excited.
Now, in every other dream, he would have fallen in love with me, and we would have eloped. He would sing songs written for me to put me to sleep every night.

In my dream, he treated me like you would expect john mayer to treat a frizzy-haired fanatic. He agreed to take a picture with me, and said that I was crowding his dressing room. I left.

Then the dream developed towards my being stuck on an island with an old man, and it sucked.

I love John Mayer