My dream date would have to be January 42nd. It would be a really great day to be alive. It would be so crazy. Electronic sasquatch would roam the gravy-laden mountains, moon weasels would steal the raspberry pies from Peter Pan, and giant cheese logs would fight in a trans-galactic bathtub. Who knows--they might even throw candy from the floating crab balloon. Sigh. I really wish that I could see a January 42nd, but then again, that's why it is my dream date.