I should not know, I could not say, I would not tell you anyway.
That's okay. Captain Planet will save us.
DUDE!
Two nights ago I had 2 (not just one) dreams about the world coming to an end by way of meteor. In the first dream, I had been randomly selected to be one of the survivors that would carry on the human race, under ground in these super shiek and super trendy caves. David Shwimmer was there and I made fun of him. He gave back a snarky remark that reminded me of Chandler, and so I got confused. Sadly, Patrick, you were not there. I guess you were crushed to smithereens by the ensuing tidal waves that hit Atlantic Canada. The meteor hit the north atlantic, and so the Maritimes pretty much got the shaft. But not me, I was livin' it up Morlock style in the deep underground. The ride down was really cool, and I rode some kind of train to get to the shelter. At one point lots of water started rushing in after us, but we made it and were ok. It was really cool. I think Alex Patriquen was with me. It made me feel as though the selection process was a little circumspect...
In the second dream, I wasn't so lucky. I was back at my house on Queensbury and hangin with my parents, feelin all bummed out that we were about to get cozmically fucked. It was not a good scene. But for some reason lots of people were at my house and it was sorta like a party. Then the asteroid hit, and it made a huge flash in the sky filled with all sorts of blues and pinks. It was really pretty. Then, there was this big siezmic (sp?) boom, and I woke up.
Hot shit, eh?
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