I had a dream where I was hanging out with J Dilla. We were smoking blunts wrapped in full palm trees when he pulled off his arm and lined it up on my turntable. He took off his leg and put it on my other turntable and began spinning them into this really intense noise death metal sound. It was getting really intense and the needles were grinding down the flesh. He took the arm off of the turntable then reached into his head, pulled out his brain, and put it on the player. The crazy noise subsided and it played this overwhelmingly beautiful otherworldly music. We watched the needle sinking deeper and deeper into the folds as it played until the player stopped. When it stopped, I realized Dilla was gone and woke up.
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