that was too weird for you?
Fargo has been getting into my dreams the same way that David Lynch gets into my dreams. Last night I dreamed that canola oil was gushing up from a manhole in an intersection. I was trying to wipe is up with many rolls of paper towels (the canola oil was flooding the streets like a major water main break). I looked up and saw a gang of about 30 mortorcyclists heading my way. I stood up and started waving at them frantically to stop them from riding into the oily intersection. But they didn’t stop so they all went skidding all over the place. They were all very “Minnesota nice” with strong Minnesota accents. That’s all I remember about my dream. But yep, E3 was not too weird for me. Who knew that sin-eating is a real thing? Not me.
