I'm the official music ambassador to Hell!

So check this shit out:


I had this dream last night. My family was sent to Hell. But I didn't want to be in Hell (And I'm sure they were rather unhappy about the situation as well).

So I was able to snag a trial (All the lawyers are down there, don't ya know?). But every attempt to spring my family failed (Whatever will I do?).

So here's what happened.....I met up with some hair band types and they showed me some moves. See, in this dream I actually had some talent (Unlike this crap). The next day I went into the courtroom and played some hot licks. Well, like some bizarre 80s version of Devil Went Down to Georgia, I guess this was enough to erase millenia of Satanic code, because we got sprung (From Hell....get your minds out of the gutter). But I had to promise Satan that I'd continue to represent the ROCK for the good of evil everywhere!


And then I woke up....or did I? See, it was one of those "Wake up in a dream fake wake up" deals....but I didn't have my guitar or a feather like that Nelson video. I just kind of woke up. Pretty disappointing. You think Satan could come up with a better ending....maybe Satan wrote the I Heart Huckabees ending too.


But here's the really weird part.....after I woke up in the dream, I woke up in real life....so the ending of the dream was nothing but filler material! Wow! My brain felt my dream was that important, it padded the end so I could see it all! Thank you brain!

I could write a cool movie about that (Not the bonus scene...the actual dream itself). And then, when it makes million of dollars, people will bookmark this blog post because it's part of movie history!