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In other news, I dreamed last night that I had to crash land a small airplane. I was pretty sure that I was about to die. Somehow, though, I managed to maneuver it through trees and rocks and fields and past the roofs of houses, and then through the opened bedroom window of my apartment, over the bed and through my bedroom and over the entire length of my dining room, and then land it right smack dab in the middle of the throw rug in my living room. Really, it was absolutely astonishing. I had no idea how I was able to manage this. I still have no clue.
(Oh! And then there was this thing involving a giant sponge Rubik’s cube . . . ? Or wait . . . that was just something I read about myself on a poster somewhere.)
RUNNING BRUSH : 