Tuesday, December 30, 2008
In a maze of woods, lying high up on a branch under a big scratchy blanket, watching a lot of dog-walking squares walking past and getting scared by a group of really skinny, jet-black wolfy panthers. When I come out of the tree and really try to figure out how to get out of the woods myself, I am carrying a briefcase that is twice as deep as a normal briefcase, and made entirely of metal. It's empty. Vampires start to walk the woods and I hit one in the face with the briefcase.
