The other night, my good friend Dean emailed me something that I had almost forgotten about.  Back when I was in college, I had a strange dream about a scavenger hunt, a missing car, and a psychic vampire.  It was all so utterly absurd that I had to not only write it down, but turn it into a screenplay.  And so, a day or two after recalling it for some reason, Dean finds it on his hard drive and sends it to me.  Funny how that works out.

And so, here it is.  I haven’t edited it or anything, and it seems to end abruptly.  I think that’s when I woke up.  And by the way, have a happy birthday tomorrow, Dean!