Last night I had a dream where we were making puppies by taking these little pellets and sticking them in the microwave. A couple minutes later you open the door and a puppy jumps out. Sharon Osborn was there for some reason naming all the dogs weird names like Shatzee and Bruno. All of the puppies loved me, but there was one big grown up blood hound that whenever I tried to pet his head he would growl.

We were growing the puppies in a MASH on the front lines and I was desperately waiting for some word from home. Then I had one of the puppies under my arm and I was trying to find a rave by traveling between this weird S&M club/children’s art museum (that museum is popping up more and more lately. I wonder why?). (Note: the place wasn’t an S&M club and museum in the same room, they were different rooms surreally connected.)

I got out of there and then remembered that I had to work for the class that I had never showed up to, and while I tried to remember what the class was that I hadn’t once shown up to all semester the dogs ran around the living room while I hate pizza and Captain Crunch and watched this weird MTV-type network that was showing the new Dido video, which happened to be made up of clips from a Pokemon or Yu-Gi-Oh type show.

As Sharon and Britney Spears ran around trying to round up the puppies, my sister called out to leave the TV on, but I told her it was the turn of the hour and their would be no more videos, and then I looked at my homework to discover that the class I had been skipping had something to do with math/physics.

Then I woke up.