strange tales unfolding in my sleep last night: first i was attending a chat between jesse jackson and muhammed ali, and i very graciously gathered up their dirty cups and dishes. jesse asked me why i was being so nice (because even in a dream, nobody expects thst from me) and i responded 'becase i'm all about love'-definately NOT me...
then i was outside the Abbotts house-that is, the house as shown on TS, but with a huge warehouse type structure attached. saw kyle scaling down the side of the building, making a getaway, i think. then i was inside with leslie, she sporting a new, rather unbecoming short curly hairdo-stick with your old style, les-then carl started sniffing me & running his hands just over the surface of my body head to toe-like he was trying to 'read' me, feel my aura or something...hope he doesnt do this if we really meet in real life...
think there was more to it, but thats all i remember...hope next time i dream of being at your house, angelina jolie's staying there as well...

Buddy

You've been eating cheese late at night again, haven't you?!!