Ever have weird Fleetwood Mac-related dreams?

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Last night, I dreamt that I was McDonalds drinking lemonade when Bob Welch walked past my seat. I got up and asked him if he could teach me how to play guitar in his spare time. He agreed, and we spent the better part of four months jamming out in our tiny, dusty basement. A while later, we managed to pull together a band, and we suddenly became the only Fleetwood Mac tribute band in the world with a former member of Fleetwood Mac in it.

We didn't do any big hits - no Go Your Own Way, no Rhiannon, no Don't Stop. We did nothing but rarities, album cuts, B-sides, and so on. Everything from Miles Away to Oh Daddy to Oh Well. We also did a whole bunch of lost classics from solo albums. We all became terribly rich, toured the country in our Lear Jet, and eventually John McVie got sick of his job and defected to our band. And with that, my little dream ended.

Man, I am one silly dreamer!