Billy Crystal is my roommate, older and "wiser" than me. We hung out for hours in my dream.

In a dream within the dream (meant to be a movie), I was a stick of butter for Halloween.

Later, a red car, a blue car, and a yellow car drove out of the surf. When I woke up, I was misty and went down to the computer room to type it up. I wanted to tell Cathy about it. I turned on the radio.

If only I could be a writer like in "Throw Momma Off the Train."

When I woke up, I was like real life is just as weird as this dream, just as like a movie if you edit it up mindwise. Haha.

It's cool to be streetwise, but it's awesome to be mindwise. Haha, if you're from Georgia, that might make sense.