Okay, so last night I had a dream about Dave Grohl.  Not sure how many people have this, but I sometimes dream of celebrities.  I've dreamt of Adam Sandler before and most recently I had a dream about Matt Damon (I'm not sure I should've admitted that just now).  But they're not strange dreams (well dreams are often strange), but just normal, these are my friends and we're hanging out kind of dreams.  However, in this dream, Dave Grohl and I were not friends.

Some background:  the Foo Fighters have a concert DVD out, Live at Wembley Stadium, that was released recently.  I have considered making the purchase, and I plan to do so soon with an Amazon  Christmas gift certificate I have.  But in my dream I had already bought it.  I plopped the DVD in and start watching it.  Instead of a concert DVD,

this video was more of a behind-the-scenes type of deal.  Except Dave Grohl and the rest of the Foo Fighters were not back-stage at Wembley Stadium. They are in the Caribbean on an old-style pirate ship up and it turns into a Girls Gone Wild type video, with Dave smiling and winking knowingly at the camera while a bunch of girls in bikinis fawn all over him.  I'm thinking, "Wait a minute, isn't Dave married with two daughters?  What the heck is he doing?"  Then I think "Isn't this what rock stars do?  Dont be so naive, Jason."

Suddenly, I am not watching a video any more.  I am there.  Except I'm on shore with the other Foo Fighters, Taylor Hawkins, Chris Shiflett and Nate Mendel.  They are thinking the same thing I am.  Taylor looks uncomfortable.

"We've got to do something about this!"  said Chris.

"I know what we have to do!" said Nate, the unassuming bass player. "Follow me!"

Then he leads them to a smaller pirate ship, which must have been some sort of pirate tug boat, because they proceeded to sail out, circle around and ram the pirate ship until they beached it high up on shore. 

They were able to do this without Dave knowing because apparently  it was morning and he was still sleeping in the captain's quarters.  Well, he woke up when the boat grounded to a halt on the beach, and proceeded to come walking down the plank, squinting in the bright sun and looking groggy and none too happy.  His face was red from too much sun and it was obvious he had a bad hangover.  However, the press was suddenly there with cameras and microphones to see what he had to say about all this, so his demeanor brightened considerably and he started acting all affable and like this was no big deal.  It didn't bother him at all.  He then proceeded, in a light-hearted and humorous way, to berate his band members, but you could tell it wasn't funny because nobody laughed.  I wished I could remember what he said, but that's when I woke up.

I hate dream Dave Grohl.