Last night I dreamed that there was this guy who wanted to ride a grizzly bear. He wanted that to be his thing, to be that dude who rides a grizzly bear. And everyone was like, “this is going to end horribly— let’s watch!” So, this guy bought a grizzly bear (at the bear store, I guess #dreamplothole) and learned how to ride it. He was the coolest dude ever imagined.

Then, I somehow came up with the idea that American Idol production meetings are held in an office that has 4 feet of ice on the floor. The reasoning was that if the room was cold, people would stay alert during meetings. The problem was that, because no one cares about American Idol, they couldn’t pay to maintain it so parts of it had melted. They still had to hold meetings in there, but they put the interns in the melted spots so they’re just partially submerged in water. Then someone got angry and splashed Ryan Seacrest and immediately someone pulled a lever that sent them hurtling into a secret dungeon below.

I think I saw, in dream form, what actually goes on in Idol production meetings #IDreamTheTruth
#ThisWasAllVerySilly