The seed for this dream probably came from listening to Stern. Tuesday night, they were talking about how Fox was doing a report that Sirius Satellite Radio would be imposing its own restrictions on aired content. One of the Stern "experts" was a dirty turncoat named Chaunce Hayden who runs a free rag back east. Hayden is best known for slamming Howard after Howard was good to him on several occasions in addition to Hayden writing an exposé about Scores. He had been a regular there and decided to stab them in the back. Well the story ends up being misinformation and quotes out of context which seems to be the meat and bread of modern media.

While driving through a maze of slums in what I presume was my dream version of Los Angeles I stumbled upon Howard Stern. The area really reminded me of some of the homeless scenes featured in John Carpenter's They Live. Howard was wearing a purple satin robe while warming himself by a fire burning in a 50 gallon drum. Turns out that Sirius hired him, let him do his show for two weeks then pulled the plug. It had nothing to do with content or obscenity. After two weeks Sirius made enough money from new subscribers that keeping Stern would be a liability and financially unsustainable in the long run so they cut him loose. Now he couldn't get work.

After hearing his tale, I wandered into an industrial area and made my way into the basement of a warehouse. Best description of its interior is Silent Hill without the spooky. Dark hallways, exposed pipes, dripping black fluid and lots of exposed metal ready to catch on one's skin. A light up the corridor caught my attention. Peeking through a mail slot I discovered an underground college class which was teaching health subjects by showing porno films. Not videos or DVDs but actual film on celluloid just like grade school for those who once rode woolly mammoths to school instead of riding buses.