under the sea

sometimes i pass out with the tv on full blast and whatever happens to be on the tv infects my dreams.

this was the case the other night when i dreamed about the panacea that is seaweed. the infomercial that burrowed into my head is set up like a serious interview/debate show. the generic host grills his guest, "scott kennedy", who talks up the health benefits of seaweed as if it were a massive conspiracy that our government didn't want you to hear. it kills cancer! it staves off death! it lengthens dicks! it enlarges breasts! (i think he was marketing to the hermaphrodite market...)

i forget the details of my actual dream, but it doesn't really matter. now that i've got a 6-month supply of dried seaweed pills, i'll be able to breathe underwater and dodge bullets. so have at me.