Last night, I dreamt that I have been running a self-published book off of this blog’s archives every X number of words. I held the slim and floppy newsprint perfect-bound paperback in my hands and flipped though it, feeling the metal type impressions and wondering how I was able to afford three-color handset type decorations and one-color engravers cuts of the various photos, posters, and drawings I’ve flung up into the bitstream since 2002.

I also dreamt that I started an independent film company with my friend Greg, Paul Constant (a writer for The Stranger I once interviewed for Tablet concerning his comic-writing endeavors), and Warren Etheredge of The Warren Report.

So it was a night of improbables.