2012-10-30 - 9:35 a.m.
Last night I dreamt I met the Tyrannosaur from Toy Story before he had been turned into a toy. He was being chased by the government for scientific testing, so I dug out my front driveway and hid him underneath it. When I awoke the next day my parents came and asked too many questions, so I threw an enormous masquerade ball to distract them. The Tyrannosaur kept complaining that he was uncomfortable being buried too long due to the obvious, plus sand was getting in his mouth. So we stole a truck and lit off just as the posse caught on to our ruse. Imagine that Vizzini guy as a huge T-Rex in the back of a rusty old Ford Pick-Up screaming "They're gaining on us! Give 'em hell!" He would have had a Tommy gun if not for those tiny arms.
