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Thanks to that show I had a night filled with nonsensical, seriously warped dreams of The Smurfs. I was Azriel and it was snowing and I was freezing. Woke up from the dream to find Joseph had stolen all of the covers yet again and I really was very cold and I had to pee. Just an hour before the alarm clock was due to go off. I hate Robot Chicken.

This one was obviously induced by my hatred of somethings that I have been introduced to since moving to “The South.” I dreamed that Fred Thompson won the GOP nomination and asked Mike Huckabee to be his VP running mate. At which point all across “The South,” people rose their voices in unity to the anthem of “The South’s Gonna Do It Again.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It’s a very unsetteling sort of dream to have.