In Dreams

I had a dream last night that I went to the darkest, dirtiest alley in the city to enroll in a Cirque Du Soleil training class. As I handed the soil-stained check over to a short man who looked like the mechanic in Triplets of Belleville, someone grabs my shoulder from behind and whirls me around. It is Seann William Scott. He hands me a gigantic red rose with his left hand. I noticed that his right hand was wrapped in multi-colored christmas lights.

He looked deep into my eyes and said, "Do not give the little man money. He is untrustworthy."

Words to live by. g