I have some really strange dreams. Some so strange that I would never share them with anyone because it may cause people to question my sanity. Last night I had a particularly interesting one:
I was in this very urban neighborhood where the houses looked like the ones on my childhood street, only broken down and dirty. I walked into this house where there was a group of local artists and musicians and discovered they were housing Shepard Fairey, but he was living under the name "Brendan". I was watching him make art that was really horrible but kept telling him how brilliant he was.
Then I noticed that his artwork kept showing up on my body because I was accidentally rolling around in it. I was scared he was going to think I was trying to steal his artwork and present it as my own so I was trying to hide it from him. Then he told me he was tattooing it on me when I wasn't looking as a joke.
Yup.
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