On a cloud of sound I drift in the night. Any place it goes is right.

Last night, I dreampt that the rudimentary plans of Arbusto to find me came true.

Me, Boyfriend, Arbusto, Southern Canadian (who, by the way, way hot in my dreams), and a chunky Hispanic kid (may have been carols Mencia) -- all went to a theme park.

Our first ride was also the last. The Magic Carpet Ride. We got on this huge middle eastern, sari looking, gorgeous colorful carpet, and were shot out over the park. Our carpet, for some reason, went further than the ride's boundaries ever intended. We floated and zoomed for over an hour. At a high point, we were struggling to navigate our carpet as it zigged and zagged through the theme park's water-slide section. We damn near slammed into a group of four on a large water-mat. They screamed, freaked out and fell off to their death. We skillfully avoided them and refused to let their ill-fortune ruin our good times.

When the people who operated the ride finally retrieved our carpet, they said it was the first time anything like this had ever happened. Not once had a carpet jut out on its own before. We were very proud of ourselves for that. Particularly Arbusto.

Then, we went into the "Acid Room" where there were crazy lights and fuzzy lava-lamp like pictures projected all over the room.

We got drunk and sang Karaoke. Freebird.