I have trouble remembering all save the occasional dream. Usually I wake
up right when something really interesting is happen and, try as I might,
I can't quite remember what it was. I did enjoy an exception a couple of
days ago, though. I dreamt that I was staying in a hotel room that
overlooked a street where a Mardi Gras party was going on. I heard weird
noises behind the headboard, and it turned out that when I pulled back the
tacky pastel-colored painting (you know, the one that hangs over all hotel
beds), there was a crawl space back there. And in the crawlspace was Jack
Nicholson having noisy sex with somebody. Then I woke up.
We're talking old wrinkled Jack, not young svelt Jack. Ewww.
Marvin Long
Austin, Texas
Don't be frightened. Adrenaline will just make your blood taste funny.
