I had the strangest dream last night. I only remember bits and pieces about it: a huge white house, an overcast yet bright day, an open garage, a dark swamp, a lady with a machete, a sense of mystery, maybe some fear. Justin Theroux from Mulholland Drive was there. He seemed familiar but I was apprehensive about trusting him. When I went to the Internet Movie Database to find out more about him, I saw that we share the same birthday.

Hmmm. Very strange indeed.