David Byrne
A dream.
I was driving somewhere so I went to the ride board and found someone whose schedule matched mine. I was going to California. I called the number and the guy said he'd be right over. I continued packing. I had a really neat car -- it was a Jeep and it could turn into a big robot. The guy showed up and it was David Byrne. He didn't seem to mind being David Byrne, though, so everything was cool.
He liked the car. We got in and I started driving, then I got bored and made it turn into a big robot. He thought that was pretty funny, and we made the robot dance until people honked at us. Luckily, the robot could fly, so I flew it, jets blasting from the soles of the feet like Voltron, towards California.
David Byrne sang me a song he'd been writing. It sounded pretty good, but all I can remember is:
"AND WHERE IS THAT MONKEY TODAY? Swallowed by the blood of the Workers!
WHERE IS THAT MONKEY TODAY? Crushed under the heel of the State!"
I guess we got to California. It was a pretty nice trip.