I've gotten that a lot. I understood it more when I met a Mikey. Cute kid, but...I think he might have been a couple of tacos short of a combination plate.

[Oooh speaking of plates! There's a full picnic here, and Mike's already got a bag of porkrinds in hand. Excellent! All the easier to munch on them.]

I don't know were you came from, but I can tell you where are now. This is the Dreaming. It's um...well, it's kind of exactly what you'd think a place called the Dreaming would be.

You get here. You think of something. Your thoughts control the environment. I'm a big fan of the Turtle Pond. So I'm a cliche, sue me.