so last night i dreamt i was hanging out with Zach Galifianakis outside of this really pretty house in a really pretty, green neighborhood. i was throwing a bike into a gate over and over. he asked what i was doing, so i told him i was trying to crossbreed a bike with a gate and i was going to call it a "gike," though i didn't expect it to sell well. he thought that was pretty funny.

my dreams are so retarded.

also, allow me to reiterate what the rest of the world has already told you:

Bob Dylan is awesome.