Last night I had a dream I was walking through a city barefoot holding the hand of U2’s Bono. I felt so at peace and happy with Bono and I marveled at how he wasn’t at all the pinko-commie, obnoxious pig as he is on television. My foot started to hurt and Bono let me lean against him as I looked to see what was the matter. From my foot I pulled a piece of yarn… a very long piece of yarn, unraveling. FIN