Last night I had a dream about Kim, and I woke up sad.

I blame Paul for these sex dreams because he told Kim I'd always had this fantasy of kissing a girl and she said she'd be willing to do it, then he told me about the conversation, and now it's just sitting there in my subconscious waiting to overtake me in my sleep.

My dream last night included my cousin (whom I only see once every 15 years or so) joining me in a fantasy football league and having a kid named Mary Katherine (called M.K.), and me telling my cousin that I would love M.K. more than anyone has loved any child ever.

I have the weirdest, semi-lucid, Inception-like dreams whenever I sleep on the couch.

In my dream last night I said, "I'll bet my friend Weird Al and I can beat up all of the thugs in this airport," and then we DID.

I had a dream last night that someone with the word "orange" in their username came here and posted a lot of multi-sentence poetry all in one post, and you guys were totally cool with it.

I had a dream last night that I was the lead guitarist for Queensrÿche on tour, and I have never wanted to go back to sleep and finish a dream so badly in my life.

I had a dream there was a tiger in my bed.

I got interviewed about my 2012 Rhysling nominations in the local paper's blog.

Last night I dreamed that I inherited this beautiful old house that came with its very own Amish Ghost Dad.