Last night I had a dream that I had travelled back in time to 1986 and that I made a fortune by being the first to manage Guns N' Roses. I used my money to buy my two best friends (who also apparently travelled back in time with me) Lamborghinis.

I then sold out and destroyed Rock N' Roll by managing Nirvana and promoting grunge to the masses. Even though I knew that grunge would murder Rock N' Roll I still did it for the money.

I woke up thoroughly ashamed.