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Last night I had a dream that I was in a BATTLE with Che Guevara. Jack Nicholson was my Dad, and also the battle leader. Benicio Del Toro was Che, obviously. The reason for this is because I watched Mars Attacks yesterday (with Jack) and Slumdog Millionaire later, which had a preview for the upcoming movie about Che, starring BENICIO. Is that how you spell his name?

So Jack was leading us, my family, against Che and his rebel warriors, in the jungles of South America. We all lived in trailers, and could only travel by weird bungee tree rope pulley things. In the end, we WON THE BATTLE because my dad, Jack, and Che (Benicio) played a game of Russian Roulette, and Jack shot Che in the eye, which then dissolved. This is influenced by a scene in Slumdog Millionaire, FYI, which you all should see (both of you). Speaking of brutality in India, read A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry. Intense.


This is probably the most detail I have ever summoned from my brain about a dream. I can only vividly remember 2 other dreams in my life. One was me on a beach, inhabiting the body of a clamshell. A little boy then kicked me and my fellow clamshells up into the air, and I could see the entire tropical landscape beneath me as I began to fall what felt like hundreds of meters. I woke before I hit the ground, typical... From this point on I was (and am) convinced I was a clam in my past life. The other was a friend asking me for the time, and me looking up at the sun as a joke (who actaully knows how to tell time by the sun?? Clint Eastwood?) and the SUN WAS A CLOCK. Woke up laughing.

Bye.