Last night I dreamt of 6 and a half quadrillion stars, all spinning

All to make the forms of Bill Nye riding a whale shark across the night sky. Of course, Sun Tzu had a few things to say regarding this, which began with a pneumonic cough.

Despite the night being on the Dead Sea, and the sun shining brightly underneath, the cloudy windy sky seemed to pulse a bright fuschia over München.

“ow” I exclaimed, after I poked myself on the edge of my can of cream soda.

If only I could turn back time, then the rough, black and white skate shoes I wore would be just new again. After this, having said, “Dass, alles sind,” I defenestrated the Chimera that had snuck up on me, dripping with the smell of pesto chicken.

Remembering this, I realized that I watched all of this unfold on an animator’s screen, nothing being my own experience.