I have dreams of a fictional college in Nebraska. In this college, we hang out in flourescently-lit dorm rooms, and there’s nothing to do all day except listen to poorly Eurodance. And it’s hot—so hot, in fact, that my bored straight friends are shirtless. They come to me, and ask… “Oh Brendan, do you have any new cheesy Eurodance music for us?” And then I bust out a decrepit Maxi-Single or a 128kbps MP3, and then for the next 48 minutes we slyly put together an entirely overproduced yet unpolished-feeling YouTube masterpiece.
Do you ever have dreams like that?
