I’m attending a loud children’s birthday party. There are dozens of screaming kids running around. Somehow I get a Skype call from OpheliaBlue and RareCola -- they’re ready to record the next podcast right now. I don’t remember setting this up but I just go with it. I blab my way through an intro, stumbling over the pronunciation of “CanisLucidus”. One of the girls at the party (wearing a party hat and everything) grabs my microphone and shrieks into it. That’s okay, I’ll just edit that out later.

I’m about to intro the first question but I realize that I don’t remember what it is. I see my backpack lying nearby and start frantically searching through it for the script. There’s just a bunch of papers and random crap in there. After I’ve looked for an uncomfortably long time I decide to just grab the script from the first podcast and somehow use it. For some reason, I think it’s outside of the party, but the way out is blocked by a cattle gate to keep all the kids in. I perform a diving roll over the cattle gate. When I stand up, my dad and some sales dude from work are applauding.