Me and my girlfriend are going to a Van Halen concert, and we are in this elevator at the venue that is supposed to take us up two or three floors. Instead it goes up really fast to floor 80 or so, and the door opens to reveal nothing more than a solid concrete wall. Then the door closes and the elevator drops. It is getting close to zero, and I know this is a dream. Although this time, the elevator does not go to the B (underground) levels. It just hits, but the impact doesn't really happen in the dream. It picks up after the impact and I no longer know I'm dreaming. We survived and are out of the elevator, with burned clothes, like someone blown up in a cartoon. We are at the concierge demanding front row seating to compensate for our ordeal, but thinking we might even get backstage passes.
Real Life: There is only one Van Halen song that I like.
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Nice finish. BTW, which one is it?
Hah, thanks. The song I like is "Right Now".
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