[King Hadas]

"College students are seen here protesting the continued airing of Mitch Hedberg's Comedy Central Special but they're warned to be cautious because, this just in, Mitch Hedberg is...alive?!" This is how my dream begins. Here, Hedberg has been distorted beyond recognition. He's still a stand-up comic and his hair is the same but he looks more like David Spade and his also a psychopathic serial killer.

After the news sequence I find myself driving down the road. I notice my door is slightly ajar, I stop to close it. When I turn around Mitch Hedberg is sitting in the passenger seat. He looks at me as if to say drive and I do. He doesn't threaten me but I feel threatened just by his presence, soon though we've started up a disjointed conversation and I've warmed up to the guy. In fact, I've decided to put him up for the night. He may be a murderer but I don't see what that's go to do with me.

I set him up in the living room and then I go to bed. I'm having trouble sleeping though, probably because I am sleeping but that thought doesn't strike me at that moment. I roll over and turn on my TV and what do you know, Mitch Hedberg's special is on. It's not his usual routine but I find it funny all the same. While I'm laughing and smiling and watching I suddenly wonder if Mitch Hedberg is in my room watching me. I stare at the half of my room shrouded in darkness with some amusement, then with some horror as I start to make out an outline. A grave voice whispers "here comes the best part."

There's no climax to this dream, I just sort of drift back to reality. I lay in the darkness for awhile recalling in detail who Mitch Hedberg actually was but that doesn't snuff out the fear. I turn on the TV, I think I would have shit myself if Mitch Hedburg's special was on but instead it's the Animal Planet. This doesn't help much either though. It takes me about 15 minutes to work up the courage to get up, walk across the room, and turn on the light....AND THEN MITCH HEDBERG LUNGES OUT OF THE DARKNESS!