As much as I make fun of pop music, sometimes I end up with an extremely guilty pleasure. This usually occurs after I have already heard a song countless times until I hate it so much that I actually start liking it. When I found out that there was a new Nelly single, I fully expected it to be one of those, but the opposite is happening with "Just a Dream." I heard it in passing while driving to work and immediately liked it. The world then promptly came to an end. This stuff isn't supposed to be instantly accepted by my ears. I guess that my defenses have been worn down.