I had a peculiar dream about two weeks ago. It was a dark night, and it had just stopped snowing. I walked out the front doors of my elementary school, Moore.

The peculiar thing about Moore's front entrance is that in order to reach the door, you must cross a large 'tan-top', which was originally adorned with all fifty states. They've since been removed, though I couldnt tell if the change had also affected my dream.

What should I see standing in front of me but David Lynch himself, dressed in a black coat, shoveling snow. He looked up at me and said "Hello Jason". I couldnt decide how to respond: Should I call him David? David Lynch? Mr. Lynch? Too confusing. But I do remember that we began walking down the steps anyway.

I also recently had a dream in which I was part of a circle of people sitting in steel chairs. One of them was a middle-aged woman, who remarked that she thought David Lynch was sexy.