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My dream last night:

The Kids in the Hall have hired me as an assistant. I am in Group Headquarters, which is some sort of a clubhouse or a tree fort, and I'm going through their email and junking the spam. Kevin doesn't like me and keeps casting suspicious glances my way. Bruce seems oblivious to my presence. Dave is nowhere to be found. Mark is on his way. Scott decides that we must go to Raveland, a themepark for Ravers, and all take Ecstasy. I am very nervous.

"I don't want to take Ecstasy," I say.

Scott insists. He shows me a brochure of Raveland. Everything is oversized and colourful and people are dressed as giant orange octopi. I am very much afraid.

"Where is Mark?" I say.

"Mark is here, we're all getting ready to leave."

"How will it interact with my medication?" I say. I am beginning to dislike Scott a lot.

"Oh, you can't have any of that the whole week we're there," Scott says.

"But after a day or two I get really nauseous if I don't have it," I say in a tiny voice.

Scott shrugs and carries his suitcases out of the clubhouse. I look around in panic. Suddenly, by the door, is Mark. He has in his hand two small Effexor pills. I look at him gratefully. He is my knight in shining armour. Suddenly, we're all outside singing, "I've Got a Theory" from Buffy: The Musical. Raveland is forgotten. "Let's sing another one!" says Kevin.

So it was a scary dream but it ended on a high note.

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