Dream

I won some sort of prize which required me to go onstage at a Rolling Stones Concert. Mick was singing, wearing a big white fake fur jacket. When he saw me he came toward me smiling and still singing, causing me to shout, "But I HATE the Rolling Stones! I hate them WORSE THAN ANYTHING!" Yet he came closer and closer, finally wrapping his arms around me in a big hug. In a panic of chagrin, the only thing I could think of to do was shout, "SEX PISTOLS RULE!!!"