It might be strange to most people, but it sounds totally regular to me. I have dreams about Sonny all the time! Some of them are amazing and wonderful, some of them are kind of sad and some are just plain bizarre. A few I remember pretty clearly are:

• I was having a house party, literally hundreds of people were showing up, some that I liked and some that I didn’t. For some strange reason, a group of guys I  hated from my High School showed up together, and for some even stranger reason, Sonny was with them. We all ended up sitting in a circle on my bedroom floor, drinking, smoking, sharing stories and laughing, and Sonny told me it was the most babies party he’d been to in a while.
   
• I was on a golf kart with a bunch of people I didn’t know, and we were heading to a Skrillex gig. It was at a festival of some sort, so there were people, stages, tents and marquees everywhere. Every now and then, I’d catch a glimpse of Sonny walking through the crowds, but if I called out to him or waved he’d ignore me and walk away. At one point I managed to get off the kart when I saw him and tried to approach him, but he disappeared into a marquee with Roadhog and I couldn’t find him. 
   
• I’d just come out of a Skrillex gig, and there were thousands of people in the streets. In the distance I saw a freaking huge tour bus with stairs up to the entrance. Standing at the top of the stairs, lo and behold, was Sonny! He was being mobbed by kids trying to climb up the steps to him, and he was being his usual lovely self saying hi and waving and taking pictures and hugging everyone he could. So, [my dream self is just as obsessed with Sonny as my regular self] I ran as fast as I could towards him and got there just as he was about to get into the bus and shut the door. I shouted out “Sonny, please let me come in! Please, please, please!” and he grinned at me, held his hand out and pulled me out of the crowd, up the steps and into the bus. It was like freaking Disney World in there. There was a ball pit, a hot tub, huge couches everywhere, the kind that swallow you when you sit in them, colorful paintings all over the walls, crazy lights everywhere, a huge disco ball, a bar, a mixing deck with his laptops and sound boards, it was unreal. Roadhog was sitting on a couch drinking a bottle of beer the size of a small child, and Sonny ran at him and jumped in his lap, and then I ran and jumped on Sonny and we all sat and cuddled for about 5 minutes, while I said over and over, “You guys are the fucking best, man. Seriously, you’re the fucking best.” And then Joel came in. And Sonny made this little high pitched squeal and dragged him into the cuddle, then suddenly we were all dancing around the bus while Joel and Sonny took turns playing tracks and Roadhog picked me up and put me on his shoulders.

So, personally I don’t think it’s strange. I’ve had a heap of dreams about/involving Sonny, and that’s just counting the ones I actually remember. And I sometimes wake up and think, “God damn it, reality is shit.” But maybe, just maybe you shouldn’t tell non-skrillsessed people about your tendency to dream about nothing but Sonny. They might think it’s a little weird…

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