This morning I had a dream that I was at a Cross Canadian Ragweed concert. (My favorite band, ever. Little country. Little rock.) I was having a good time. I thought the music was extremely loud though. I heard them play three songs.
Turns out song #1 was my alarm going off, song #2 was my husband calling to see why I wasn't at work, and song #3 was my mom doing the same.
I wasn't at a concert. I was late for work. Booh!