I was hanging out with a friend and we ended up walking into a tunnel that started a line to an ICP concert. Two juggalo guys were like, "hey could you spare us some tickets?". I was broke and didn't think I was getting in, but my buddy seemed excited and was like "sure!". He handed me and another a ticket, then left with the other to get more. I continued down the concert where we were led into some Indian doctor's office who stamped my tongue for a test and said I have low tolerance, so I could only buy 1 drink from the bar. I thought that was lame but I got inside the venue. I put in a cigarette and was on my way to the smoking section when two black dudes started singing in the microphone, "my anxiety my anxiety" and people started pushing each other (but in a non aggressive way). I got away from that and my two buddies popped up and went, "what about agent 39" *Startled sound effect from phone* "what about agent 39?", replied the other. I was happy to see them and we laughed and quickly head off somewhere to start partying.
>39 may not have been the number

Oh yeah. And another dream where alien drones were flying around trying to get my attention. I looked up and saw some nearly transparent things in the sky. A large gate opened in front of me and my brother and we stepped through. It became immediately apparent that we were near something radioactive and to leave. We went to do so and something like existential prison bars came up, but our presence shattered a hole for us to escape from. We started running and got separated. I met with 2 chicks who became my survivor travelling companions as we ran through the abandoned city. They were panicking though and I tried to tell them to calm it down a little

Cool dream