I am at some kind of rock concert. The lights go down and everyone cheers. A slight, long-haired and shirtless fan next to me climbs onto the back of his chair. He stands and hoots. He then attempts a back flip but misses his perch and bangs his jaw hard on the chair back, landing crumpled and lifeless on the floor next to me. His blond hair is soaked with blood. He begins to stir. Struggling to his feet, he stumbles out of the auditorium, his jaw severely messed up.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #167: I Am At Some Kind Of Rock Concert.
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