Send My Conscience Home in a Taxi

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Weird Dreams (again).
Lamington
maxcelcat
I should have my brain examined...

The other night/morning I dreamed I met a member of the Death Metal band Napalm Death. In some random context, I think he was driving a taxi. Then somehow it transpired that he was a descendant of Herman Melville, the guy who wrote "Moby Dick".

Then this morning I dreamed I was in a small audience at an outdoor cinema, in a field somewhere. A truck pulled up - a lorry, not just a four wheel drive - and Madonna got out of the back of it. Somehow she talked me into hiking up a trail to a chalet. On the way she was complaining about her husband, and I said I was sorry, I had no idea who she was married to or indeed anything about her, because I don't read the kind of media which reports that kind of thing. She was mildly peeved at this. Eventually we made it to the chalet, and it turned out that everyone there, although there weren't many of them, was an incompetent lazy terrorist. They were trying to organise something, but their plans were stuck because I refused to write something in English for them. So we just continued with our holiday...

Now, what was that all about?
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