A nice and feverish dream production! Dream 1: I was in airport and went into
a motherfucking strange airplane. It was supposed to be the Spirit of St Louis
(You know, the airplane the one flew first alone across atlantic, the one you
could not see out from). Well this was more strange. It had two parts. One was
the back, and one was the engine. The plane was line the speedsters in
starwars episode one, the cockpit was on the back and the engine was in the
front part. It was really hard to fly, especially when someone started
smacking me with broomstick while I was airborne. I love being sick.

Bye bye now honeys, my soup is almost ready!