but the point is probably moot

I dreamt I was appointed by my whole high school to be the DJ for the final dance. I was at first apprehensive, then realised I was a fantastic choice as I could easily create a perfect mix. More than anything I wanted to open with "Hot Patootie," which I thought would blow people's minds as it's a completely overlooked song (in real life, I do think the lyrics "My head used to swim with the perfume I smelt / my hands kinda fumbled with my white plastic belt" are fantastic). Also to be included were Eyal Golan and a metric tonne of Mizrahi disco, sandwiched between the likes of "Jessie's Girl."

In the dream, it went well. In real life, I turned down a job on the basis of assessing myself to be insufficiently meticulous yet productive.