September 20th, 2005



I had a really weird dream last night that I was marching in a parade which was headed by Saddam Hussein, who was dressed in a two-headed C-3PO costume.

That doesn't look half as weird written down as it felt.

Night before last I dreamed that I was working in a hotel kitchen, and the world was being invaded by aliens, but they were the "humane" catch-and-release type of aliens, like sport fishermen. So after they turned everyone into zombie servants and subjugated our entire planet, they quietly put everything back the way it was, removed everyone's brain-programming, and left.

I may have to wrestle that last concept into a story.