October 18, 1999:
I fall asleep during the day and dream that
some woman and I are rappelling down the sides of luxury hotel. We
dive into the center pool and, as we fall, the woman points a remote control
into a room and tries to turn on a TV. It’s too late; all the rooms
are flooding with water. We’ll have to set off bombs to blow holes
in the resort’s floor and drain the water.