I had a dream about you. I invented and sold shoes that left no footprints and you were thinking about committing a murder in a muddy area. I said that committing a murder was a bad idea and that you should commit several murders but I was just trying to sell more shoes.

I had a dream about you. Id just invented a meltless popsicle and youd just created melted ice cream in a canas a substitute for soup. You looked at me as if I was some sort of creep and I looked at you through binoculars while sitting in a tree branch across the street from your bedroom window.