7-24-24: never trust a popstar with food recommendations

I was scrolling Tumblr and I read a text post by someone saying Fergie saved their life at a bakery when they were a kid. Suddenly I was at that same bakery and Fergie was there, and she recommended I eat the "chicken dish". The dining area was full so I went to another location of the same bakery that was across the street where the OP of the text post was also there just writing songs on their laptop, and I got the chicken dish but I was served oysters in tomato sauce instead. I stopped eating and went up to the staff to tell them I don't eat fish and the staff apologized to me like a billion times and told me I didn't have to pay. They gave me a free ice cream cone and a tiny bottle of water.

After that I exited the building and I was at college for a pride parade thing. The class consisted of my college and high school classmates again, and they were talking about stamps you could get by performing certain activities (like in Club Penguin). There were many football stamps and I rolled my eyes. After that I left the classroom I was in and we were at the courtyard of a mall. There was a musicians showcase of sorts and I received a phone call from one of my classmates who said I was "lucky enough to hear their final song" because they were quitting music and played it to me over the phone, but hung up before I could give any feedback.

When I put the phone down I saw the Red Hot Chili Peppers were there, except it was their 1995 lineup and their drummer wasn't there and Madonna was there with them instead. She wore her outfit from the 1995 VMAs and the rest of the band was wearing latex pants like they often did in that era. They were walking behind me and I could overhear their stupid ass conversations. Madonna approached me and said she saw me at the bakery, and told me they never gave people chicken and they always serve random fish instead, and that I was brave enough to tell them they gave me the wrong food and congratulated me for it. Then she took off with the rest of the band but I just kept walking around.

I turned my head and saw this guy from my high school class trying and failing to smash a guitar against the floor. At this point my cat was clawing at my bedroom door waiting to be let in, and the sound started creeping into my dream, which woke me up.