In my dreams last night, I came up with a fabulous new product idea… BLAM!-boo™, bamboo building material stuffed with explosives! If you want a house that can self-destruct when necessary, just build your walls out of BLAM!-boo™, and you’ll be able to explode it any time you want! Somehow, being able to explode one’s house was a very important consideration in my dream. In another part of my dream, I was in some scenario very much like an action/thriller movie. At the last minute we uncovered enough of an old windowpane to realize that instructions for stopping the airplane explosion were written in the dust on the glass, and I scrambled up to the top of the airplane’s tail and pressed a red button. The explosion had JUST started, but as soon as I pressed the red button, it was like someone hit a “rewind” button and the explosion stopped mid-explose, and then retreated into itself. In yet another part of my dream, I was at a cocktail party in someone’s mansion that was also a bible museum, and I was supposed to go on the tour of the exhibit but I didn’t want to because my fingers and hands were very tingly and swelling and painful, especially the 4th finger on my right hand, and I was afraid that I soon wouldn’t be able to get my rings off. I thought maybe I’d eaten something I was allergic to, either at the party or in the cab of the semi truck/spaceship that had brought me and some friends from the island we’d been stranded on to the cocktail party, and it was making me tingle and swell up. Then I “woke up” in my dream, and realized that the reason I’d been “dreaming” about my hands feeling that […]