I had a dream that Michael Moore was in my kitchen, and was trying to eat my cats. However, they'd run and hidden themselves from him, although I did spend a lot of time looking in the microwave at this hideous quesadilla-like glob that he'd put in there. It looked awfully suspicious.
And then Mr. Moore had the gall to tell me that he felt that I would have a great career in movies, and I was just about to tell him that that would only happen if I was writing the movies, but I woke up.
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