Dman was in one of my classes, with a cell phone and pager numbers for everyone of us. Within minutes, everyone in the class was rattling and buzzing.

Our professor was angry. We were angry.

Someone sent me email asking why I didn't like hamsters.

In my dream last night, I figured out that Dman was an anagram for Damn. I wanted to node it, but I couldn't, somehow.

This is Everything Dream number two. My computer is going to swallow me whole.