Maybe it’s the stress of a few extra jobs lately. Or maybe it’s the late night glasses of chocolate milk before bed. Whatever the cause, I have been having some crazy whacked-out dreams lately. It’s as if my mind is trying to play back every single movie I’ve ever seen all at one time in one messy garbled smorgasbord full of confusing narratives, loads of terribly scripted dialog, and excessive examples of failed continuity. So basically it’s any Hollywood movie in the past several years. I don’t know what that says about me or my subconscious, but there ya go.