I had a very strange dream last night. Here’s what I remember of it.

I was on the roof of a house (I think it was my Aunt and Uncle’s house) and lost my balance. I grabbed the satellite dish to brace myself, and instead, pulled it off of the roof. On my way down, I thought that I had better let go of it, so that I wouldn’t rip the cables right out of it. Apparently I landed unharmed, though the dish was hanging from the edge of the roof.

This is where it gets weird. I knew that to fix the dish, I’d have to get a part from some rare electrical generator. I happened to know where the world’s last one was, so I went there to break in and steal it. When I got there, I reached for the lock to see if my wire strippers would cut it, and instead, the lock exploded in my hand, alerting the ancient Chinese protector of the electrical generator.

So this old Chinese dude with the flowing silk robe, complete with fu-man-chu and long braid, comes running up the stairs. I ran the other way, and managed to sneak into the room with the generator through an open window. I opened the box that the generator was in, only to be sprayed with water - just like those novelty flowers that clowns wear, I’d found a novelty knock-off of the electrical generator. Somehow the inflatable part that was contained within was good enough to repair the broken dish though, and then I woke up.

I know that there was something else strange in the room with the novelty generator, but I don’t remember what it was.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Yarr! That’s going to replace the whale in my nightmares.” - Captain McAllister