

I dreamt an angry viking warrior in a kilt was chasing me with a club, but I threw his pocket knife out the window and he stopped.


I dreamt an angry viking warrior in a kilt was chasing me with a club, but I threw his pocket knife out the window and he stopped.

I dreamt I was only allowed to park on piles of hazelnuts.

I dreamt that a friend came to a basement birthday party and wanted to show us how to make frosting in a new way. She painted my eyebrows with a liquid and lit them on fire.


I dreamt a big man named “Faddy” turned our sailboat’s head upside down, walls and all.

I drempt that I crouched down into a tiny confessional and it flipped upside down like a carnival ride.


I dreamt that I helped three guys in Grateful Dead hoodies steal a credenza.



I dreamt that I was bungee jumping indoors at a convention center. At the end of the jump, when I was bobbing head down just above the exhibit hall floor, oxygen masks came down from the ceiling. The masks were SAT prep books.

I dreamt that I was sitting cross-legged on a sidewalk. My friend came and, with a saw, cut entirely around my concrete slab leaving it floating like a magic carpet above a dark abyss. I was fascinated by this event.

I dreamt that, in order to keep an airplane, which I could see flying in the sky above, from crashing, I had to get a goat to eat a rug.