The Inner Workings of a Sound Addict

While falling asleep I remember having tiny dream fragments of having really good food in front of me which, every time I tried to eat, tasted like nothing. This was very disappointing. It seems my sense of taste hadn't transcended into the dream world with the rest of my senses.
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9/2/12
I'm playing a game of rugby with my friend Ben, my mum, Slash and Axl Rose (among others). However, the game is played not with a ball, but by playing music [don't ask how!]. As a drummer, I am getting quite a workout (as I usually do) and begin sweating a fair bit, so I turn on a fan I happened to have with me, to which Ben approves.