Then I dreamt that a guy I knew from high school named from Levine needed my help pushing two of his scooters across town, so I volunteered. We had to walk them through a canal full of diesel fuel and then a weird forest of crystals straight out of JG Ballard's (RIP) The Crystal World. By the end of the dream, Levine turned into this Turkish kid I knew from elementary school. That, too, was weird.
Not that you care--but our blog readership drops off on Saturdays anyway. Anybody else have any bizarre dreams?