The other night I had the greatest dream ever. I was a powerly person hanging out with several of the other Heroes, and we were in the chapel at Oprah Winfrey’s house. We had wis us the severed head of… some guy… and apparently the way his skull had been damaged was going to provide us wis valuable information about something. So that was why we had this head wis us. Somebody wanted me to hang onto it, but I really had no interest in doing so. Linderman kindly carried it for me.
Oprah had three adorable childs there, and the youngest one, being placed in her crib, was crying out to her mother, “I love you, I love you, I love you!” which I thought was so incredibly cute that I took her out of the crib again to play wis her. Then there was discussion of the severed head, and I, not wanting the child to see it, put my cape/mantle/blanket that I was wearing around her. Then a call came through somehow saying that it was time for us all to leave, and I needed to respond… reaching into my cape/mantle/blanket that I was wearing for my walkie-talkie, I found that not only had the young child turned into a rat, somehow she was now my walkie-talkie. I was trying to figure out how to work this new child-rat-device wisout hurting it. And that’s all I remember.
Last night I had a dream where I had a normal relationship wis a non-fictional guy. It was weird. Well, he was fictional, since he wasn’t any real person I know (and, moreover, was a decent, reasonable guy XD), but I mean he wasn’t Saitou or Akabane or Schuldig or Sylar or anyone like that. He wasn’t even Michael Jackson or David Bowie. Scary realism.