I just had a dream where Groucho Marx and Charlie Chaplin were having a furious battle for headlines and viewership, resulting in all sorts of strange stunts including shaving their moustaches in weird ways.

This all started when a priest and a young boy drove off an embankment and the boy, after holding onto the edge of the freeway for a long while, dropped down onto a floating bit of road and balanced there as he turned into Groucho. The neighbors and police were alerted, and this is where it all began.

The reason the priest drove off the embankment is because he kept seeing “signs from god” telling him the boy was a sinner — these were babies carved out of carrot which the boy had made earlier, and which somehow were floating in the treetops, seen only to him.

Where they were driving away from was my house. I can’t remember the specifics, but people were tearing down buildings for no good reason…

Hm.

I guess that’s it.