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The other night I had a dream about puppies. They were hermit-crab-sized and someone had stuffed them into Tupperware containers in my refrigerator. When I found them, half were dead, and the other half were starving and shivering. I poured the live ones into a dish of milk and let them sit in the sun for a while, and they regained their health and began to move around a bit. Then I had my usual dream (?) about hanging out with Nelson. I am currently drinking PG Tips, wearing my miniature house coat, and reading about government regulation of speech.