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I had a horrible dream last night:

I dreamed I was on a factory floor. Now that I think about it it might have been the Mauna Loa Macadamia Nut factory I visited last week. The only thing the factory did was yank out people's teeth and take out their tonsils. It was just row upon row of people having their teeth removed and their tonsils taken out, screaming and wailing and crying.

And the two dentists yanking my molars out against my will? Craig (of Craig and Cara fame) and Rhett Miller.

WTF?

I get why Rhett Miller woud be there (lately I've been a bit obsessed with him and the Old 97s), but Craig? Why? He and Cara are lovely people to get drunk on a beach in Honolulu with. He is a carpenter, though, and he does have the tools to pull teeth.

Losing one's teeth is a classic anxiety dream, and dreaming about factories is supposed to represent monotony, but I just got back from vacation: What do I have to be anxious or feel stuck in a rut about?

This post also represents another opportunity to run a photo of Rhett Miller. Ha ha!