cacophony writes about several dream fragments he probably should have kept to himself.
cacophony dreams about zerglings and how they relate to orbital bombardments and the Old Testament.
If only cacophony could turn into a plant, he could eat without touching a thing.
cacophony dreams of a special weed that — when smoked — recreates reality itself.
cacophony dreams about a woman who pierces her bare nipples with her tongue.
cacophony dreams that Obama personally runs a fascist sleepaway camp.