i dreamt i sneaked into a gelato factory and inside all the machines were done up like small yachts except they were only half yachts, with the bottom half being just the floor. i touched the silver railings as i chased elementary school students around, perhaps being one of them too, and i avoided puddles of melted raspberry flavoring on the dirty ground. the doors were painted pastel green with pink stripes. i looked and looked but there was no gelato to be found.

i had passed out from an epileptic fit and when i gained consciousness, i was sitting in the american idol audience in the fourth row. i was blinking at all the lights and the sight of paula abdul dancing like an idiot when suddenly i noticed i was sitting on a large posterboard sign upon which unintelligible words were written in large dots. upon closer inspection, i realized they were slabs of pepperoni. i could only assume the sign was supporting scott savol so i tossed it onto the floor.

i dreamt that i was the target of an attempted kidnapping and KIEFER was sent to rescue me. while we were fleeing these thug asians in a motorboat stolen off a small world type ride and craftily tinkered with, he asked me if i wanted to help design his new clothing line. he didn't have a name for it yet but the slogan was going to be "CTU-Inspired Streetwear". of course i said "YES!" and he was so pleased he took my hand and i beamed at him as we puttered away from the island and the thugs in our stolen motorboat.