This a prime example of why having a netbook is dangerous. Because the ease in which I can pop it open, open up a Notepad box, and jot down words, I now have a written record of something that was swirling in my head at some point.
I bring to you, an unedited, unaltered actual saved document that I made based on me remembering a vivid dream, and getting it down in text before I went back to sleep, because for some reason, I thought it was worth sharing. Well, it really isn’t, but the notion of how silly it is, kind of does.
I bring to you, Retroactive-Man.