I have weird dreams all. The. Time.
Last night, I met Jordan Peterson on a pirate ship. Like, it was still modern day—he was in a suit—but we were on a historic pirate ship. We started talking about surgeries, and it turns out we had the same procedure done: we had something removed through our back. (I forget what it was except to say outside of dream-world it was definitely nonsense.) He had something about it he wanted to show me, so he took his shirt off and showed me this massive, gnarly scar that ran over the course of his back. But that wasn't the weird thing. The weird thing was his back tattoo. It was ginormous, from his shoulders all the way on downward. It looked very much Escher's lizard tessellations, except really cubist, like if Picasso did them instead. The tattoos moved like the Illustrated Man.
Then I woke up.
I usually don't share these things.