I knew I was dreaming in this dream but had no reason to alter it in any way. Back home in New Jersey I was looking around in the backyard for something I had lost. A while ago I received a clod of dirt about the size of a basketball which had a piece of wood from the RMS Titanic. Stuck in that wood was a metal container which holds The Ashes. You know, from the British game of Cricket. Look it up, I'm not your teacher. I had thrown the clod of dirt into a hole and covered it with grass.

Now I was on all fours, probing the ground with a metal rasper hoping to hear something metallic. Since it's a dream the search took no time at all. A piece of driftwood with an unlabelled soup can was extricated and I brought it into the garage. I discovered if I dropped three pieces of wood and then dropped the piece of the RMS Titanic the wood would disappear. Infinitely more simple than hacking and chiselling and sawing the wood away from the can. Upon opening the can, a few beads of a light brown liquid spurted out followed by a gray slurry.

I was gypped.

Back in my parents's house I heard someone upstairs. In the dining room was a blond kid who was trying to open the window but he was acting like he was trying to break in rather than break out. Actually he looked like raddidge's younger brother kindasorta. First I grabbed him by the shoulder then slammed him against the floor asking what the hell he was doing in this house. Suddenly there was a noise downstairs that made us both look in its direction. I told him, "Stay here" and went downstairs.

Standing outside the patio door was someone in blue jeans and a black hoodie. Its hood was excessive, covering and shadowing the individuals face to the point it was a black hole. Much to my pleasure and fright the person didn't run away when I came to the window. If it wasn't for the glass between us, we would've been nose to nose. This didn't change the fact I could not make out his face at all. When I squinted I thought I could make out a face but no dice. After a few minutes he ran off to the side street into a black child molester van.

Yes all vans are driven by child molesters or techs for cable and telephone companies.

Back upstairs the guy had regressed and was no older than eight years old. I considered him to be too young for any vigilante justice or have the cops called on him (since the cops would just call the parents and nothing else) so I led him to the front door. Standing outside the front door was a little kid who looked a lot like one of Jaybird's friends who also knows elmgrows. He was wearing blue jeans and a black hoodie with the hood back. The blond kid was terrified, the other kid asked what took him so long and smiled. I slammed the door behind me and heard terrified screaming.

Well that woke up my mom. I slinked into the dining room and stood behind the wall which blocks the view upstairs. Mom stopped on the opposite side of the wall then came around to my side catching me there. "Why aren't you in bed?" she asked.