Some seem unfortunately prophetic:
1. All citizens are required to report to municipal theatres and view a film extolling the virtues of the B-2 Stealth Bomber. A long part of the film is devoted to a lovingly detailed examnination of the rotary bomb bay.
2. My coffee house stops selling 1 pound bags of beans. Instead, only 3 gallon deep-frozen vacuum-pack buckets are now available.
3. My college friend Judy insists that I help her make a video for the horrible Brian Setzer late 80s John Cougar-like song “The Knife Feels Like Justice”, starring her.
O demiurge of sleep, why do you send these unrestful things to me?