I had this dream last night that I went to Southern California with Neal to meet his dad and Ryan for a boat race. There was a huge storm, and we were in a motel next to the beach. Ryan had adopted a Korean kid that was like 5 years old. He got stuck in a hole in the motel bathroom where the tile had broken away from water erosion. Anyway, the waves were huge, and Neal wanted to surf, so we went outside to look for a surf shop to rent boards. It was night-time, and the moon was out. This 30-footer came through, a perfect A-frame. All of a sudden, this 250 pound chick takes off on it and rides it like a giant goddess. Neal was doubly-stoked, but I was scared. Then the moon gets blotted out by a 300 foot wave. You could see a whale's tail through it, which is beautiful, but we're doomed. I turned to Neal and said, "This is it I guess. I love you, man." He said, "I love you, too, dude." And we started walking up the road away from the beach, even though we knew we'd get clobbered any second. But for some reason, the wave never broke.