· "4/24/03 4:15 a.m. The Prince of Darkness, sprinting towards me across a reeking field of wet red bones that stretched from horizon to horizon. Wanted to run, legs didn't work. I couldn't understand what he was screaming, but his face started looking sort of like my dad, then Osama Bin Laden, then my dad again. Just as the column of pustulant black piranha-worms that shot from his ichorous maw was about to hit me, I woke up. He looked really haggard and tired."