Last night I dreamt I was in Maui, Hawaii, swimming in the North Pacific Ocean on the sandiest beach. The sun struck the ocean as a seafoam green right at the perfect moment as the waves came crashing in. The sky had exactly three small clouds in it. With pink lemonade from that morning in my hand, I decided to sit down on the beach and relax. Somehow, George Washington and Kanye West emerged from the green waves. Something with a large black dorsal fin ate George. Kanye is still alive. Kanye gets out of the water and skips right up to me with Belgian waffles in his hand. “Hola mi amor.” Said Kanye. “Hello!” I said. “I just swam here all the way from your grandma's house.” Exclaimed Kanye. “Nah. That's cap.” I said. “No, it's true. She called me pumpkin.” “Oh… you really did swim all the way from my grandma's house.”