I dreamt that I encountered a young Gary Busey while waiting for the train and, feeling sorry for and scared of him, invited him to tag along to a bakery with me. A rush of people came and I lost him and I was relieved. But then, I was at a house, and he came knocking. I told my mom to tell him I wasn't home, but he barged in and saw me and suddenly it wasn't Gary Busey at all, it was Mick Foley. Which, let me tell you, I would hang out with Mick Foley any day, very happily. Gary, though...the big teeth make me nervous.