I had a dream last night that reminded me of a slapstick Twin Peaks chase through the Black Lodge, except in this case I was taking back a Nintendo from a friend who insisted he just had two rather than being me running from a doppelganger of myself. And the setting was a far less stylish parking lot in Bowie, MD. But the feel was the same, and it ended with me trying to dent up a car that became my old post-college Honda Civic.
What’s that you say? No one wants to hear about other people’s dreams?