well, sorta. I dreamt that my friend and I just got home from clubbing, and it's like 2 in the morning. So we're in my front room taking our jackets off just to chill and watch t.v. or whatever, when someone comes banging on my door like the gotdamn police...so i look at my friend like "who the hell is that??" so i go open the door and this raggedy ass black man with a brand new Louis Baton purse, runs up in my house asking me where the party is, and i said "What party?" and he said "Dougie 'nem sposed to be here.." and before i could register in my mind where i heard that line before, he just runs around my living room saying "I'm the life of the party, i'm SUPPOSED to be here...where all the cinnamon girls at??" and i'm so fucking confused by now...i instinctively point to my parents room and say "THE PARTY'S IN THERE! THE PARTY'S IN THERE!!" and i still have no clue he's making all these references to Musicology...so he runs in my parent's room, then all of a sudden i hear this "EEEEEWWWWUWWUWW...."blast from the speakers, And i'm like...."MUSICOLOGY!!! THAT'S WHAT HE'S TALKING ABOUT!!!" then i woke up?!? and i was like "what the hell? is that the whole dream??" maybe i should go buy it...

Well maybe you SHOULD buy it. Why not?