LAJ

There was some kind of lavish theater in my neighbor's basement. I was performing. I wrote a really good hit song, and so did someone else (technically I wrote that one too). Boyd was playing bass. Some people were in vampire makeup. Strange. Why can't I remember the music when I wake up? Frustrating!

Somewhere with supermodels. A male supermodel told me to bend over and it seems he was painting a heart (using nail polish) on my lower back. When I turned to look - it was a broken heart. Not sure what that was about.