Alien-trance-dj-being

It's Saint Patrick's day and for tonight only, you are partying in a land of luck, a special place where everyone is lucky, chowing down on a big dish of luck of the Irish. Imagine one night dreaming you are an alien-trance-DJ-being deer hunting in the backwoods with an army of redneck Vietnam Vets. In your dream the redneck vets don't recognize your alien-DJ status (for some reason your antennae popping out of your orange hunting cap and crate of records go unnoticed). As you fear the redneck vets will kick your ass, you accidentally trip over your records, shoot a 30 point buck, and become their hero. Later, back at the cabin they're slapping you on the back, chowing down on huge plates of venison as you spin bad trance remixes of Da Yooper's 2nd Week of Deer Camp, and everything's groovy. Here, it's not the 30 point buck you shot, but the feeling of luck that’s more important than anything else.