Last night I fell asleep with a Whitley Strieber webcast playing. It gave me weird
Whitley Strieber dreams. He and I were hanging out in a grotty basement apartment
that was full of abandoned-looking couches. He was cooking eggs in the kitchen
while he did his webcast. I was walking around, collecting soda cans and putting
them in plastic bags. He kept cooking the eggs until they were totally burnt.
In the dream,I thought to myself, "God, this is disgusting."