dreamed that we wanted to have a barbecue in this loevly well sunlit apartment. faetal was too pregnant to move, so she sat in a chair and directed me what to do. oh noes, we don't have meat! so i called talkingpotato and asked her to pick us up some steaks from across the river. oh noes, she didn't have money with her! i said i would come give her some money, because we needed beer for dispossessed, anyway. so i hopped on my rollercoaster, but i missed my stop, so i had to ride it all the way to the end and back. i picked up a magazine on hairdo's to read, and came across an oddly put article o' erotica. i started giggling, and the rollercoaster conductor got angry at me and took away my magazine because there were kids present, and continued to look at me as if i were the worst kind. i just kept giggling, though, and enjoyed the very barren landscape.