Some more weird dreams to add to an already long list. Fieldy, the bass player from Korn, took me out in his silver Jaguar to the neighborhood I lived in while growing up. Except there weren't any houses; only bars and adult night clubs. We went inside a huge warehouse type thing that suddenly appeared, and in it were hundreds of Jonathan Davis look-alikes on an enormous swing set. Finally, Fieldy and I found the real Jonathan, and then the three of us went out and had a couple beers. Around two in the morning or so, they had to perform at a concert. I was in the center of the mosh pit, beating people senseless. It was great.