I took my bandana off before I got in bed last night. I had a dream that I was front row at a pretty small, semi-private, Bob Dylan concert. A girl ran and jumped on the stage all crazy like. I jumped up, tackled her, and dragged her out the stage door. The whole band and crew followed me out and Bob said to me “Heyyyyyy, what’s your naaaaaame?” I said “Kimya” and he said “Kiiiiiiiiimmmmmyaaaaaaa” and winked.
When I woke up my bandana was on.