Last night I had a dream. Normally I don't remember my dreams all that well, but this one sticks out like a sore thumb in my memory. As it began I was at work, doing the damn thing. I became irritated with the gig, and decided to walk over to the sandwich bar, take all of their pre-made sandwiches, and tear the damn place apart with torpedo-sandwiches. Hurling sandwiches and screaming obsceneties I then decided to walk out the front door, not before I saying, "I quit" of course. Two steps out the door I began to flap my arms and fly away. At about this point I was feeling rather lucid, and was able to control the flight, for a moment anyway. I flew up over bellevue in the direction of home. Suddenly my arm flapping seemed to no longer be enough to sustain flight, I began falling to the ground and woke up before impact... weird shit.