Last night I had a dream that and I were at some sort of summer camp. The campers went on a field trip, but instead of travelling on one big bus, there was a whole fleet of buses so that the campers could be divided according to their religion. Sir Monkeypants and I were the only two who boarded the bus labelled, “Heathens.” Then we went on the trip (to a damp wine cellar somewhere) and headed home. On the way home, it got really dark and there was a terrible snowstorm. Our bus driver took sick and since we were the only two on board, I had to take over the driving, while Sir Monkeypants tried to navigate.

I was really scared and I complained to Sir Monkeypants about how we had to pilot this huge bus through the storm all by ourselves, and he said, “Damn those Catholics and their full busload!”