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I've been having very odd dreams lately. The past several nights have featured an extented narrative about losing my favorite purse at an extremely surreal Disneylike theme park. One night I had to cross an enormous hall floored with the rope webbing they put up in children's jungle gyms and McDonalds PlayPlaces; the latest installment featured me walked for miles through a very strange fun house, ending up in an indoor area of the park that had in informational video about death starring the Simpsons (and is was very Simpsonsesque, too), an interactive area styled after the Matrix, and a large, high-ceilinged dining room with mint green decor full of people in formal wear and silver headphones. Shira was there for that last bit; no idea why. The original dream began with me setting my purse down in a corner of another fun house, this one very Muppetlike with lots of bright oranges and reds and cartoony plastic things. And scary clowns. My subconscious is trying to tell me something, I know, but I have no frelling clue what it is.