so, we’re at warped tour, which is taking place at marc hudson’s place, only it’s not his place at all. there is a very small parking lot next to his house, which (through the magic of dreamland spatial nonsense) somehow can fit the entire warped tour and all the tents in it.
i am at the merch tent for “medina lake” (is that a band? i’ve never heard that name before, but it sounds like a warped tour band), when a sudden gust of wind starts violently blowing it (but none of the other tents) away. i grab on to the poles and am lifted upwards towards the sky.
i suddenly begin steering the makeshift glider over the city, and expertly (as if i’d this sort of thing before), i land in front of the home of my friend, anthony ciatti (only, again, it’s not his home at all). there, i walk in the door and find another old friend, michael warren, returning my hi-hat stand that he borrowed (in dreamland, not in the real world), without either of us caring or saying a word about the fact that i just landed a medina lake merch tent glider in the street.
the end.
