…it may have been me in the dream. Because last night I had a dream I was somehow huddled inside this large drawer full of miscellaneous items, when all of the sudden the drawer is opened and I look up to see this horrified woman staring at me.
“GREG! THERE’S A NAKED MAN IN THE JUNK DRAWER! GET THE BASEBALL BAT!”
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I leap out of the drawer and start running in a dazed panic, I don’t recognize the house I’m in, I’m kind of like a freaked-out animal that’s tearing around in someone’s house.
“HE’S IN THE DINING ROOM!”
She screams. Suddenly I see this big guy, maybe 250 lbs or so, coming after me with a baseball bat. CRACK! The bat comes down right on my shoulder! I scream like a little girl and start running around the dining room table, with him chasing me, almost like a Benny Hill skit. Somehow he catches up to me so I jump up on the table and cling to the chandeleir, he’s hopping up and down on the table swinging his bat at me like I’m some kind of pinata. Finally his weight was too much and one last hop sends the whole dining room table collapsing with the guy’s wife screaming at him, screaming at me, screaming at everything.
I slam into a door, hitting it so hard I break the latch, run across the street (still naked), smash through someone’s window and somehow not getting a scatch on me, climb into some bed, and pull the covers over me.
When I woke up this morning I was curled up in a very tight ball, with my blanket completely wrapped around me like a cocoon…Its gonna be a LONG day today… 
