I had a dream too. I dreamt that my roommate and I were living in the crappiest apartment I can imagine that was somehow a two story. There was not living room. Just a bathroom. Two bedrooms. and that be all folks. Anyway...So I'm living there and then I receive word that Southwell needs somewhere to live. So I do what I think anyone would do...I move the hell out. Then Pullen needs somewhere to live, so he takes my roommates upstairs room. I give Pullen my immaculate bed though. So...a week passes and I am called back to the apartment...apparently my bed is too big for the room. "Hey man, this cac, this cac ain't gonna work man" says Jake with Southwell in the room as well. I glance over and Kelly is laying on the bed....very disapproving of the bed to room ratio. So..I move the bed out. A little while later we are having a barbecue in front of what appears to be a brownstone. I guess this cacty apartment was actually in a brownstone. I'm fighting back the urge to ask about why Curt isn't playing and instead ask him what he thinks about Manhattan. He says he loves it here. It was a brownstone though...so I'm not sure which manhattan he loves.