Woke up in a genuine cold sweat from a dream (nightmare?) in which I was a passenger in a beat up van and Charlie Kelly was driving. And it could fly. So we were flying through impossibly beautiful landscapes but the very real vertigo and fear that he was gonna crash this flying piece of crap kinda interfered with the vistas. It all ended when he took us into the sea and we just fucking got eaten by a big fish. The phantom menace style. Anyways now I have to wash my sheets because I sweat through them because of Charlie Day's shit driving and I'm never getting back to sleep tonight












