A Typical Jonathan Tad Ketchen Weird Dream:

I was in a choir and didn’t know my part, so was faking it, mouthing the words. Then I broke into interpretive dance. The choir director asked what the fuck I was doing, and I broke into tears about how I felt oppressed by the guy next to me in the choir, even though secretly I was depending on him because he knew the music and I was falling back on his competence. Now I’m thinking, I must have been a social justice warrior in my dream, blaming everything and everyone else on imagined repression, rather than just learning my own damn part in the music. 🤣🤣🤣

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