So, last night I had a dream that Bret Benedict and I were in an art museum, playing instruments while sitting on the floor. A group of people approached us; more musicians. I guess they are a territorial beast, because we were ordered off their turf. Bret and I looked at each other. He smashed his didgeridoo over one of their heads and I thrashed at another one's legs with my guitar. I have all the musical prowess of a ham and cheese sandwich, so what I was doing with a guitar, I really dont know. Anyway, it turned into a ballroom blitz.