The Florence Of My Dreams

Wally and I are attending a concert at the Aragon Ballroom, but it's not really the Aragon Ballroom, as is usually the case in dreamland. We are in front of the stage and Florence and the Machine just finishes playing and I start chatting with Florence, trying to act nonchalant about how in love I am with her. She says she has to go to the bathroom, so I say, me too and we go downstairs to the Aragon Ballroom bathroom, which really is the Aragon Ballroom bathroom, and not some fantasy bathroom.

We go in and start to put lipstick on, and all of a sudden we look over and there is Madonna (not the mother of Jesus) sitting on a ornate round table in a yoga pose similar to this:

But she's like really small, like maybe three feet tall, and she just nods at us as her assistant is applying her makeup. All of a sudden, Florence walks over, picks Madonna up with single-handed super human strength and proclaims "Look, I've won a Granny!"

And with that, I wake up.