B9

I had a dream that I was walking through a forest when Jack Nicholson suddenly ran by me and tripped me into a vacuum. In the blink of an eye, I was spit out of the other end.

In a continuous motion, all happening within a single moment somehow, Nicholson, had already swam half way across a pond and was floating in mid air as a half man, half tadpole who yelled out across the pond that life was “classic & retarded.”