I was being uber annoying. I had the Da Shop Boyz' song "Party Like A Rockstar" in my head, which, if you know it, has the most repetitive and irritating hook that goes "party like a rockstar" a few times, and then "totally dude!". (These guys definitely stayed up all night working on that one.) Kyrian was playing music off of his computer, and I kept walking up behind him, repeating the hook over and over.
He looked like he was going to punch me. I couldn't stop tho. It was like I was stuck in an acid loop or something. Kept circling him, over and over. "Party like a rockstar! Party like a rockstar!" In the next scene, I was outside, sitting on this weird purple couch, trying to remember the words to the verses. Then I remembered that I could freestyled, and started rapping.
It was the first time I've ever consciously been aware of freestyling in a dream.