Dreams, dreams, dreams

Dear subconscious,

I don't really mind dreams about Nigerian spammers, mudding in old Geos, and various excessively Freudian symbols. That's your job, after all, integrating the detritus of my daily experience. But given that you have always been dedicated to ensuring that I dream in music, could we please get a different freaking soundtrack than disco-funk mashups!!!

Love,

Jay