Last night I dreamt that we were hanging out with Ani DiFranco, me and Linda and a couple of my friends and faithful readers, and we were smoking some gentle but kickass weed with her. At one point, Ani commented on how yummy one of you were, while you were talking to someone else in the band. We all agreed and gave her encouragement. Later that night, I kissed you, and you tasted of sweat and Ani.
