It's not that I can't sleep. My body is willing and able, my mind just won't stop thinking. It's not even taking on the words biggest problems like famine and how many licks it takes to get the centre of a tootsie pop. Instead it has focused on high school and swimming laps at the pool. Which is the only explanation I have for dreaming about some high school joc I knew trying to trip me at the University pool. I stealthy outwitted him and retaliated with a right hook that sent him to the floor making all his joc friends laugh at him.

Fade In... I was me but I was stuck in a human-cartoon world. Bart, Homer and Milhouse were there and I was defending Milhouse from the fat Comic book store owner who was threatening to shave his nonexistent beard with a flintstone-esque shaver.