In my dream, a man stood with his arms folded, and I approached him and asked him his name. He said: “Murderer.” His name was Murderer! I felt a great fear wash over me when he said that!—so of course I punched him in the face and ran away as fast as I could. I fell into a hole, and through a dark tunnel, and then through the ceiling of my bedroom, and landed on my bed. My friend Kerwin was sitting in the far corner reading a book called “Programming Theory.” I put a movie on and we chilled real hard.