Last night I had a dream that myself and a few of my friends has accidentally traveled back to the winter of the 1920's New York City and weren't sure why or what we had to do. When we first got there, we found ourselves in what seemed to be a hooverville in central park where a bunch of poor children were hanging out, trying to get by on their own. We told them our story after proving our situation to be true. We left and wandered through the city trying to find what we should do and ended up in Macys, as it was still the city in the winter. Blah blah blah, we did a bunch of tourist type things, only in the 20's and still haven't gotten home. I am pretty sure by the end of the dream, I was trying to get my party to come steal some clothes with me and go see an old Review.

Did you see any time traveling movies recently, have a yearning for New York City, or watch anything related to the 1920s era?

I had a whacked out dream last night. It's short, but bizarre. I'll fill in the details later.

Dear dream dudes,

I dreamt I got beat up in an alley at my former college alma mater, had to have facial reconstructive surgery. When I woke up (in the dream) after surgery, I found I looked like a hybrid of myself and this guy...



I then got a job at Moe's campus gift shop. Yes, this moe...



To which I returned to college, was attacked by nerds and proceeded to beat the crap out of all them. The dream concluded where I traveled to the school President's office, who happened to be Jim Belushi. He sent the nerds after me and for that, I tossed him out of a window. On his way down he did an irish jig and that was end of the dream.

Thank you.

Dear dream guys,

I dreamt Noah Bennet came to my job looking for a roast beef sandwich. The Haitian was with him. One of my co-workers happened to be one of my annoying ex-girlfriends; she was flipping burgers while wearing a bikini.

While, working, I was listening to my !Ipod and about to pick up the floormat that the cooks stand over so it could be washed. At that point, Noah was upset that his sandwich didn't have a pickle, to which he and the Haitian walked into my kitchen to start asking questions. As usual, the Haitian said nothing. Noah approached me right when I was lifting the floormat, but I over-calculated and lifted too hard. The mat and all the food trash that was on it landed on Noah's head. Noah looked pissed; so did the Haitian. I sheepishly brushed it off of him, but then Noah heard the next track on my !Ipod––Ghostbusters, which made him smile. Go figure, the big bad company agent happened to be a huge Ghosthead.

I apologized for the mistake, Noah brushed off the food and accepted my apology, and asked for a pickle. At that point, the Haitian rolled his eyes put his gun back in his holster. I then offered to pay for his now soiled suit and Noah said it was covered. I then made an offhand suggestion to get back into his good graces and asked, "Hey, since we're both Ghostheads and you're a company agent and have alot of resources, would you like to build two proton packs with me?" To my surprise, Noah said "sure". As we left the kitchen, my ex called out and said "Hey, you're just gonna leave me here? What am I supposed to do?" I told her to keep flipping burgers since she was still on the clock.

The next scene that took place, months later, Noah and I were driving around in a custom Ecto with brand new packs in the back while "Ghostbusters" blared out the top roof speakers. The Haitian sat in the back with his arms folded, rolling his eyes.

Thank you.