The Woodstock Meme

Forty years ago this week, three days of peace, love and rock 'n roll (and mud) happened near Bethel, New York. It was the Summer of 1969.Attire: Hippie jeans. Long hair. Legal or illegal smoke. Psychedelic vibe.
The scene: You are at Woodstock. You go alone but meet up with a beautiful man/woman. You spend three days together.Put yourself inside the peace & love vibe. You can choose to be stoned or straight. I put it in the story for the sake of reality. Just don't inhale in this meme.
This is the conversation you have upon meeting or you can make it into what you overhear others say.

It makes no sense and has no continuity by design.
You must fill in the familiar blanks to finish the story. Some are song lyrics. You may use more than one word to fill in the blanks.

Oh! I forgot to tell you (must be the smoke in here) You have a new name. It must a combination of the first letter of your first name, the third letter of your middle name and the last letter of your last name.Peace out! Somebody might wanna turn on a fan in here.

1. "Hello, my groovy name is PNL". That's short for well, I don't know.
By the looks of those flowers in your hair, you must be a love child.
Didn't they tell you? No shoes allowed!

2. Come on, Baby, light my way to the dungeon. It is starting to look better than my answers.
When I lay me down to rest I pray the very best, for my sleeping bag to keep.
If I flip the light fantastic before I wake, I pray that I find my WAY home to take.
**puff puff**

3. Because the first time ever I saw your clothes, I realized that what the world needs now is cookies and sweet milk. Besides, I always feel guilty watching you do all the work when I should be groovin to the beat.
But I dig it!

4. Have I told you lately that I would like to sock it to you, sock it to you, sock it to you? Hey! Don't step on that mushroom, we might have to eat it !!
Dude. That guy is really weird but.....

5. There's a party in my sleeping bag and half a million of my BFF's friends are coming over tonight and we're gonna drink my baby off my mind. Darn the luck. It's raining toilet paper (s) and cigarette butts(s)
Luckily, Papa was a rolling stone editor and I'm on a first name basis with the cops.
**puff puff**

6. I'm really digging your groove but that shirt has got to go. Those flowers in your hair are beginning to smell like smoke, lots of smoke...ech...ech.
Have I told you lately that I dig you?
** puff puff**

Far Out...

7. I'm beginning to see dead people in those trees over there. Do you see it?
Out of all the millions of hippies here, you are the most outspoken one in the bunch.
But I dig it, man.
**puff puff**

8. I'd use all my blood, sweat and twinkies just to get next to your peace sign.
Love is free but I'd really like to buy that guy's love shack.
It says "Make paint for your body not your car. " Far out!

9. I'm grateful to be leavin 'cause there's a bad smell rising in Jefferson's Airplane. But that's okay, 'cause Joe Cocker said I could get by with a little money from my friends.

10. Oh, by the way, there is a house in New Orleans · They call the Risin' Sun · and it is on fire. But I dig it. I think I am headed for the Dungeon.

Peace and Faaaaaarrrr Oooouuuttttt!