Let's see. I swear this all made some kind of sense when I was dreaming it.

There was something to do with a produce stand. I don't exactly recall what it was, but the produce stand was in the same place as the farm where my family has always bought our Christmas trees.

Then there's something where I was on a train, dancing with this girl I know from karaoke. It was fun and somehow I actually had moves. This shoulda tipped me off that it was a dream. Unfortunately, she saw something that tipped her off and reverted to her natural state, being in reality a small snail-like alien. She ran away, and I gave chase, because, alien snail or not, she's a friend. Also, that seemed to be where the plot was going, so I wasn't about to let the good bits happen off-stage. She explained that she'd seen someone who might expose her presence to the government, and therefore had to go on the lam.

Now, I can not explain how this is possible, but you've probably had dreams before, so you can maybe empathize with me when I say that the segue felt totally natural and organic as I transitioned into a 1942-style primitive flight sim. Of sorts. It was not so much a cheap 8-bit plane as it was, well, me, in my trenchcoat, walking over the image of enemy installations and gun turrets, tossing bombs down on them. Of course, I got shot down a couple of times and had to start over, but eventually, I got to the other side, where there was a television providing my in-train movie.

This movie was interrupted by a video-voice-mail from, of all people, my former girfriend (the really great one, not the crazy one). Her message was intercut with a montage she had produced to summarize her feelings toward me. I started to get the general drift of this, and it was positive (Funny how while awake, I am painfully pessimistic on this subject, yet my dreams are universally hopeful). Unfortunately, before I could get a handle on the specific, my sleep was rudely interrupted by the credit card company, wanting me to take advantage of a spectacular new opportunity.

You know, if I can figure out how, I think I will.