I sent this to a friend on September 13th, 2010, but forgot to include it here until just now:
I had a dream last night that you were dancing/wading rhythmically through a waist-deep creek wearing a hot pink nylon cape and doing jazz hands, but the music playing was like neo-industrial prog or something equally dissonant. But then I could hear this like tribal beat underneath the totally-un-you music and I was like, "Oh, he's dancing to the pebbles in the creek! That makes so much more sense." But... does it, Will Wiesenfeld? You tell me.
