Excerpt from the weird dream files:

First of all, I was driving a Miata, and there was a screaming kid in the car that wasn’t mine.  I think it was Jimmy, but whoever it was, it was annoying the bloody heck out of me.  I decided that the kindest thing to do would be to find a hotel and drop him off with the concierge, and never come back.

The saddest thing is, I would probably do that in real life.

So we’re driving down this long desert road, and I can’t figure out where I am.  Then he starts babbling, like babies do, except he was babbling in Russian.  And then my radio kept skipping frequencies and was only broadcasting in Morse Code. 

I woke up in a cold sweat and thought, OhmyGod, I’m now actually dreaming in dits. 

If you need me, I shall be in therapy.