I’ve heard somewhere that the weak minded have difficulty remembering dreams; I remember about one every other month, and they’re usually nightmares. Last night I had a hilarious nightmare. I dreamt I was at my grandfather’s house in Idaho, only the back of the house looked out to the ocean. I was on the beach in the backyard when a disk the size of a small Hawaiian island surfaced. It was huge, only it was a shark. The circular shark had a head about every four feet, so there were literally thousands of heads.

I was frightened and ran around the house to the front where my family was congregating. They wouldn’t believe me, and I realized I left my wife and daughter on the beach so I ran through the front door and down the stairs.

It was in the dark basement where I met the second bizarre creature. They were about a half a dozen elderly, zombie midgets. They were fully suited in football pads, and instead of walking they crawled on all fours just like crabs. The midget zombies approached me, and I wasn’t scared until one crawled up and began gnawing at my throat through his faceguard.

I don’t remember anything else. Writing it down gives me the impression I have a 1000 headed shark to slay, and a pack of rabid midgets keeping me from doing it.