I don't have a dream. I don't want fame, fortune or love. My ideal life would be out in a very rainy woods, living in a shack by myself with access to all music/equipment, movies, tv shows and games, making albums and distracting myself until I die. It's either that or death by a gigantic piano falling from the sky and crushing my life force. I'd want a post-ironic nu-metal party thrown on top of my casket for my funeral, of course. My dream is to not have a dream, because I already live in my dreams anyway. Sleep is cool.
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