You Hear About the Andrew W.K. Conspiracy? (Another Random Ass Mykee Dream)

My pals over at METALSUCKS.net have been following a weird story about Andrew W.K. possibly being a couple different people! (Check out their latest post about it HERE!)

So, i guess it's been in my head a little bit, cuz last night it made its way into my dream..

I had just played at Madison Square Garden, i dont know what band i was in, and i dont even really remember playing the show.. i just know we had just finished our set.. and my friend Evan and I were jus sitting on stage in foldable beachchairs, jus talkin nonsense to the crowd.. he was acting like an old fisherman, telling old tales from the sea.. it was kinda awkward tho, cuz he wasnt really delivering any good material, and milking the opportunity a little too much.. cuz there was still a packed ass house! but then backstage, Andrew WK was talking to the record exec business people and they were saying he's getting too old, and they were bringing in a new AWK.. and it was this little tan indian kid (who couldntve been more than 12 years old) with a thick hitler mustache, kinda like that one dude from Sparks (because apparently in my world AWK rocks a hitler mustache, even tho the real AWK that they were firing didnt have one...... yeah...) and Andrew came to the door that opens onto the back of the stage and told us what was going on and that he was leaving the game now and he was pissed and sad..... and i wouldn't have it!! so, with fire in my eyes, i went after the lil indian kid and tried to beat his ass real bad, but i jus couldnt catch him! him and his lil white friend were running all around the stadium, totally mocking us and laughing the whole time! and i jus couldnt get him... but then finally i had him at the front of the stage on the floor.. i was sitting on the edge of the stage, and he was standing in front of it and i had him caught in my legs, but i just couldnt land a punch in his face.. then my friend Matt was next to me helping hold him down, and he clocked him one real solid good one right square in his face! he was all stunned like a Punch Out character, on the cusp of being knocked out.. that shut him up REAL quick! then i gave him a few solid jabs right to his face also, and we had him up on stage and really totally brutally pummeled him.. he was a bloody mess, with his clothes all torn up and shit... and he was laying there in his mess and i was sitting next to him tellin him how fucked up he looked, but that it still kinda looked pretty cool (i wasnt trying to make him feel better, i was totally being an asshole) .. then me and Matt went back to the dressing room to get our shit and leave, and they had stolen all our stuff!! our jackets and backpacks! and it was really cold out! There was this lady and man record exec talking on a couch and we tried to ask them what happened and they were seriously just blatantly ignoring us and kept on talking! we were right in their face like 'are you REALLY just completely ignoring me right now?!' and they jus kept goin on and on bout their business.. while i'm screaming 'No no no no no!' looking everywhere for my backpack and sweater and shit.. and we couldnt see the kids anywhere, or hear them, but for some reason we knew they were laughing at us, and it pissed me off even more! but then i just gave up and called my dad to come give me a ride home... and i woke up. Damn.

-MM