I had a dream that Gawr Gura was having a cookout in my yard. She had one of those large portable smokers, but she only had cheap, sliced roast beef lunch meat to throw down. I was like, "Gura, honey, that's not gonna work..." but she persisted nonetheless.

I went back outside to check on her and she was gone. I panicked because I was sure she'd been kidnapped, so I enlisted the help of a young Buster Keaton to help me locate her.