I was on a train with Joe, Maria, and Josh (Maria's Josh). Joe and I were in one seat, while Maria and Josh were in the seat next to us. We were doing MadLibs and passing them back to each other. We ended up going to a BIG old barn that had a sort of maze inside. We go in and get lost a little, and then come out to a petting zoo courtyard. There are lots of cute fuzzy things running around, but my heart was (obviously) stolen by a chunky Flemish Giant bun. I ran into his pen, scooped him up, and gave him the best hug. As I'm snuggling this adorable creature, a horrific guinea pig comes lumbering over to me... Basically, a morbidly obese guinea pig with no hair. I'm guessing what had happened was they (the petting zoo people?) tried to make a Flemish Giant guinea pig with lots of food and no selective breeding, and failed miserably. I tried not to be a bitch, so I pet it, but it was really difficult to be delighted by such a monstrosity. It was a very pleasant guinea pig, but I still cursed humans for putting the little (huge) dude through it all.
After all that, I made my way to an amphitheater where Led Zeppelin (!!!) was setting up. (NOTE: This is Led Zeppelin in their prime, not Led Zeppelin now, as that would be composed of a corpse covered in vomit, a lumpy potato wearing a Halloween wig, and two other old dudes.) Robert Plant picks me out of the crowd randomly and asks me to make them a sign for the parking lot, then hands me a piece of cardboard and a sharpie. I'm all "Dude! Hell yeah!" but quickly come to realize that writing in a dream is damn difficult. I get really frustrated and just plop my ass on the lawn and enjoy some killer tunes.
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