I dreamt David Lynch was secretly Momus. And that Momus/David Lynch had faked his own death in the mid-90's, but had come back to shock everyone with his being alive. And he remembered me because he had linked to me back in the day (http://imomus.com/portal.html <-> see the link to "synthetic zero", my old blog), except he was really David Lynch the whole time. And then he wanted me to help him with a scheme to sell vintage CDs for thousands of dollars to this evil/unethical organization and, after they'd paid for them, he would blow up the CDs so they'd lose the things they'd just paid for. Then, somehow, in the end, he was giving @souloclo and me advice and we went happily hopping down the road together.