Dear John Fogerty; the peanuts in my poop won't eat themselves.

So, last night I dreamt that I had dinner with Jonathan Winters. We improvised the entire time. Man, he really is the best.

Then, I went for a drive and found my fiance in a diner just past the border of Nowhere (NY). She had the rest of this dream herself.

When I awoke, I had this blaring in my head -- so loud it even drowned out the regular voices:

Flyin' across a lamb!
Tryin' to find a ham!
Playin' inna tlavelin' band!
wow!

It's still playing, over and over and over and over and over and over and over.