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I had a dream last night that I was living back at our house on Central in Starkville. I think we were getting ready to move out. (I dream that a lot.) Anyway, all of a sudden there were all these evil cats running around! I think my aunt had brought them in and stashed them in my bedroom. Now, I like cats, but these bastards were some little hellraisers. It was kind of like Gremlins--they were creating all sorts of mayhem, and if you tried to pick them up to throw them out the front door, they'd slice you right the fuck up. And there was one that was all weird colors, like day-glo pink, blue, and orange. Somehow I could tell that it was natural; it wasn't like someone had dyed this cat's fur. It was a straight-up hustler O.G. player hardcore motherfucker cat.

Soon John and I managed to get some of them out of the house. The next thing I remember is seeing some . . . creature feeding on a tennis ball. It was some sort of flying thing. John was saying it was just an overgrown flying insect, sort of like a dragonfly. I was like, "No, it's a mallard! See that duck-bill thing it's sticking in the tennis ball? It's a mallard!"

This sinus crap is really messing with my head. For serious real.