I parachuted out of my dream onto the ceramic tile floor right into my just one size too small all size fits all slippers. Welcome to China. I left a hodge podge of Jungian psyche stew composed of: Dabney Coleman, Roy Biggins from Wings (David Schramm), and I think Bridgette Neilson among others. McLuhan I believe astutely noted that the TV sitcom family becomes our family. Any sitcom dream would be a bit odd, as I'm cold turkey on TV sitcoms while here in the Middle Kingdom. I did get a taste at one of the student contests yesterday. I sat in a darken room for about two hours as a hoard of freshmen dubbed over the vocals on a big screen. One jovial group did a bit on Friends. Imagine the compounded weirdness of experience as it was a Halloween episode less than four weeks from Christmas. I watched in Clockwork Orange horror as Phoebe (Lisa Kudrow) battled wits with her evil twin Ursla over the guest star Sean Penn to the vocal styling of giddy second language speakers that put me somewhere inside a tiger cage with John McCain as Hanoi Jane asked this poor GI to "sullendel" and "greave up". I can't even begin to spin the aural action that was Ross dressed as a giant potato going "Sputnik", "Sputnik!" Who said teaching is safe job? Back to dreamland: as yet I sat in the audience again waiting for my wife and deciding to order a cheeseburger with tomato from the hotel staff (where I also worked). This detail based in the memory of my so called reality, as I did work in a hotel when I met my wife. This is when Dabey Coleman and Roy Biggins popped in. Dabney was really bummed in his 9 to 5 Modern Problems goofiness that his inflatable costume of a birthday cake wouldn't hold air and he deflated before my eyes into some Tim Burtonish claymation figure. Lyle from Wings, proceed to put the cigarette lighter powered air pump back under the counter as I made a note to use it to air up my scooter tire (also based in fact as my electric bike on campus needs air in the rear tire). I was watching as other people came in to see the show. The first show had a carnival midway feel to it…"Step right this way etc." The second one would be some sort of PG 17 Chippendales rip off for the ladies. NB: Crowd watching the all female audience in Las Vegas at the Excalibur Casino after Thunder Down Under is well worth it. Imagine 300 women leaving such a gig and ready to terrorize anything with a penis. I just happened to be eating in the restaurant adjacent to the exit and got up to make my way to the restroom, for those few moments I was John Travolta in the opening scene of Saturday Night Fever. I never told my wife that a few of those randy bachelorettes pinched my butt. It's good to be the king! Often times many of our Chinese students will engage us in conversation and proverbially ask us, "Do you like Chinese food?" I often times want to bluntly answer, "Hell yes! It gives me the best weird dreams since eating the brownies at Ken Kesey's farm."