Matt was in the army, wearing a uniform made out of four layers of wool. He was beating the colonel with a whip.

I dreamt that George W. Bush picked Jabberjaw to be his vice president.

I was buying prepackaged salad at Food-4-Less when Larry King came in. He had painted wooden hearts (those crafty thingies for “country style” decorating). He handed them to two nine-year-old boys and said, “I’m gonna miss these guys.”

I was discussing the Center’s search for a preschool teacher with a strange man (half Rev. Al Sharpton/half Arny).

Some girl was crying because she was playing The Sims and got date raped by an AI.

I made a website called “Exploitation” which focused solely on pictures of 1960s celebrities like Bridget Bardot and Ann-Margret. One website had an animated gif of a full Ann-Margret movie as its background.

I was living on an island in the middle of the Big Ditch (right near Central). I started to lock the door as I left, but then I remembered I lived on an island, so how many people would really try to break in? As I stepped out the front door, there was water rising onto the porch.

I saw an arial view of Lincoln and Parklane, where I lived. Mom pointed out that Jake came over a lot more since he just lived at Lincoln and Oliver.

I was cleaning out old files, but it was terribly difficult to sort through papers since it was a dream and I couldn’t read well.