huge house. night time. i was looking for my boyfriend, Knott. he was being played by a guy from Firefly whose name i don't remember. he was the one that mailed his supposedly dead body to mal. anyway, the house belonged to a guy that was being played by jay mohr.

i had talked to the police earlier about a dead body. it was mutilated and horrible, and i'd seen it. the police were asking me questions about Knott. they thought he was a serial killer. i kept saying that was not Knott, and it was horrible. i went to jay mohr's to look for Knott, and found jay mohr, also a serial killer. at first, i didn't realize what was going on, but then i noticed that he was half naked and sitting on someone's face. you could barely see the face. and his wang was inside of it. in the mouth. the face was a dead person's face. i screamed and left, and he was just talking so calmly.

i found Knott, and i started crying and trying to talk to him. he laughed at me and said he wasn't Knott. he said that Knott never existed. i talked to the police again. i was telling them about all of it. then the phone rang and i woke up.

it was night, and i was running around doing stuff outside. i found a little stray dog that was very sweet and cute. then i stole someone else's collar/harness thingy and a leash and put it on the dog so i could take her to a place she could live. i ended up with her in some sort of girls' dressing area. i was telling the other girls about the dog and asking if any of them could take her. an older woman back there heard me and said, "you stole the collar?!" i said yes, but only so i could control the dog. she got very angry and said she worked at a place where they take stray animals and that nobody would take the dog after i put a stolen collar on her. i said i'd take the collar off, but apparently that's not good enough. the woman stalked off in a huff, and i thought about what i would do about this dog. i wished i had my digital camera with me to take her (the dog's) picture, but i'd left it at home when i went in to have some sort of oral surgery done. that was the last time i'd seen my mom, and i was looking forward to seeing her and asking her if we could keep the dog.

then we were all rushing down into the bomb shelters because nuclear holocaust was about to happen. it was surprisingly roomy and nice. i was sitting at a table next to bart j. from high school. he had some sort of tubes or something connected to him, but i didn't see what they were or what they were for. the dog ran off. i was talking to some people and hoping that my parents would come before the doors closed. i sat in a nice leather chair next to the observation windows (yes, i know) and waited. my grandpa jim showed up. he was very tall and lanky and had a cane and a hat on. i asked him if my mom (his daughter) was coming, and then someone else told me that she'd been sent to another bunker. this made me very, very unhappy.

then we knew the bombs were about to hit, so i went to the windows. so did my grandpa jim. we wanted to see the destruction. one of the bombs hit, and it didn't look like i thought it would. grandpa jim got really upset and broke through one of the windows to go beat up people that looked like they were black vinyl bondage suits with gas masks on outside. they were clearly the bad guys. i was very worried because grandpa jim was going to die out there, and he let all of the radiation in. i wished i had my camera and that my mom was there. i worried about how long we'd be locked up and if she really made it to the shelter and if i'd ever see her again. then i cursed the surgery and woke up.