2001-08-13 - 3:05 PM

I dreampt that a con-artist stole all our stuff while we were asleep. This was the greatest con-artist ever, and I woke up giggling and with loads of ideas. He came to our door pretending to be selling knives, like those door-to-door salespeople that we all hate so much, as we have to turn them down to their face. He invited himself in and stood in our kitchen, rambling on and on about his marvolous product, and wouldn't we all like to buy some knives? Eventually we got tired of Mr. Knife Man, so we snuck away from him, leaving him rambling in the kitchen to no one, and we all went to bed. Then he stole all of our things and left. Plus, if things go awry, you have all those handy knives. And if the nice people decide to buy your knives, well, either way you win.