In a dream, it goes right into my bloodstream. In a dream, where the ghosts of dance floors past appear before you with phantasmagoric sheen. In a dream, where the grooves coalesces into pure sonic beam. In a dream, I met Donna Summer and we had darjeeling tea with creme. She told me that disco would be proud of The Juan Maclean. The tea grows cold, but In A Dream remains scorching hot. In A Dream, may you find The Juan Maclean. And may your listening experience be a glorious experience.