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We have clearly been watching too much American Idol. Last night I had a dream that I was a finalist on the show. I had no idea how I got there because I couldn't remember any of my performances. All I knew was that I must have done a good job, Simon didn't hate me and I the secret was not stressing about the next performance. Despite that, I was starting to get worried that my unknown singing talent wouldn't get me through the next week, but it turned out that we would have to play instruments instead of singing. Since I have a small ability at the drums and knew that no one else could play anything I felt pretty good. Clay ended up playing the harmonica.
I also had a dream about Clay's back story. It started with him walking around the practice stage singing, or ranting, in Italian. It turned out that Clay once had big dreams of being a famous Italian chef and tried to get an apprenticeship in Rome or somewhere. As a measure of his culinary skill Clay offered the chef, who looked like a Mario brother, a perfectly cooked and seasoned slice of bacon. Later, the chef complained to Clay that he had everything he needed to cook except fresh vegetables, which were hard to get in the city so Clay set up an international vegetable import business. I was jealous of Clay's overseas adventures.
I also had a dream about Clay's back story. It started with him walking around the practice stage singing, or ranting, in Italian. It turned out that Clay once had big dreams of being a famous Italian chef and tried to get an apprenticeship in Rome or somewhere. As a measure of his culinary skill Clay offered the chef, who looked like a Mario brother, a perfectly cooked and seasoned slice of bacon. Later, the chef complained to Clay that he had everything he needed to cook except fresh vegetables, which were hard to get in the city so Clay set up an international vegetable import business. I was jealous of Clay's overseas adventures.