I dreamt two nights ago that I was invited over some rich kid's house. His JumboScreen 4000 TV was downstairs, so I had to go past this little bald kid who has a thing for the way people go up and down stairs. We chatted about nothing for a bit, when I started to get thirsty, so I headed upstairs for a drink, and there must have been something extraordinary about the way I went upstairs, because the bald kid got excited and called his grandma over to see. Whatever it was, I couldn't repeat it, so I got my drink and went and sat on the porch. Rich kid's dad was there, and I spent a few minutes chatting with him about factories we each owned... [RinkChat] Expired Memo: [TalkingDog->#Dreams] I owned a run-down cabinet handle factory. This guy apparently owned a toilet seat factory or two. He said it doesn't matter what I do, so long as I do it well, and went off on a speech similar to the one Arnold's grandpa made in an episode of Hey, Arnold!. Then I woke up.