Check out this radical dream I had the other night. It was 1983, but the future. You understand that, right? There were robots, but everybody was driving in early 70's Impalas and Novas and stuff. It was 1983. I just knew that. Anyhow, all the robots took over. They went nuts. This dream is sort of a mix between Maximum Overdrive, Tron, and Pitch Black (the plot was very similar, as I recall). So I was at my Grandparents house (don't know why) with a bunch of people. My grandparents weren't there. Drugs were, though. So the robot that lived there (in this 1983 everybody had a robot at their house) went haywire. It would sometimes walk in and shoot people up. Once it used its Maximillian-style death-props to grind up this hot chick up. I was so ticked, because we had a thing or something. So the robot wouldn't let anybody leave. The robot never spoke, but we knew. We knew. So me and some people got away. I think we went back for some people. That’s when the hottie got ground up by the evil robot (nice). So we got out again. For some reason there was a bed in the front yard that the dog (now there is a dog) peed all over. It was sad. Then me and some other dude were in a DC-3 and we had to jump out. The robot was there and he wasn't happy. One of the two of us died via the robot on the escape, I don't remember who. Then the credits rolled- apparently it was a movie. The two lead parts (me and the other dude) were played by Bob and David from Mr. Show with Bob and David.

I woke up stoked.